The Big One Is Here-Another Loss!

The room fell silent.

The clown's sudden death left everyone dumbfounded. Then came a deep sense of unease and tension, because past experience had taught them that the chances of Rule Pollution disappearing on its own were virtually nonexistent.

So the clown salesman's death didn't mean the pollution was over. If anything, it meant this time would be even more terrifying.

The other clown salesman walked over to his colleague's corpse, bent down, and picked up the revolver in its hand. He wiped it with a handkerchief, loaded another bullet, then held it out to Pan Junjie and the others.

"Your turn!"

The clown salesman's expression was calm, but everyone knew that if they refused, he would turn on them the very next second.

"Wu Ze, you lost. Get on with it!"

Pan Junjie urged him on.

Wu Ze was a twenty-eight-year-old man who had entered this line of work because of his uncle.

He had never dreamed of becoming Dragon Rank or a savior who would save the world. All he wanted was to get rich.

Because this line of work paid fast!

Wu Ze reached out, his hand trembling. But the moment he touched the revolver, he jerked it back as if he'd been shocked.

"Hurry up!"

Pan Junjie was running out of patience. He was worried that if they dragged this out, the clown salesman would lose patience and take it out on all of them. "Wu Ze, you have to honor your bet!"

"Don't chicken out!"

"Are you even a man?"

"Come on!"

The others joined in, urging him on.

Wu Ze swallowed and took the revolver.

It was just a lump of metal, and a God Hunter had the strength to wield it without feeling its weight. But right now, Wu Ze's right hand felt