"This one is Pi Ruan."
As names were called out one by one, the number of lots in the bucket dwindled. The shock on Lin Qianqian's face turned to terror. She couldn't understand how Wang Fugui dared to do this. Wasn't he afraid he might accidentally draw the death lot?
Besides... what was this supposed to be? Shouldn't the rules say each person took turns drawing one lot per round?
In her eyes, this so-called life-and-death draw was just like the famous Russian roulette, a gambling game where players staked their lives. The rules were to load a single bullet into a revolver, spin the cylinder at random, close it, then take turns pointing the gun at their own heads and pulling the trigger.
Whoever survived to the end was the winner.
But this fatso was playing dirty!
What he was doing was like pointing the gun at himself and firing several times in a row. Lin Qianqian was seized by an inexplicable panic. She suspected... no, she was almost certain that this fatso planned to empty nearly the entire chamber, then leave the last bullet for her.
Was he insane?
How dare he?
Wasn't he worried that...
Lin Qianqian's inner turmoil peaked in that instant, and her heart leaped into her throat. Wang Fugui had drawn another black lot, leaving only two in the bucket.
Clutching the third-to-last lot, Wang Fugui said in a low voice, "This one is for everyone who was deceived by the Night Watch's higher-ups."
"They were all once passionate young people who hoped to make the world a better place through their efforts. They were even willing to give their lives for it. But in return, you deceived and exploited them until you had squeezed out every last bit of their value, then