Uncle D'Arby, hurry up, Uncle D'Arby... Come pour Uncle D'Arby a cappuccino!!!
"It's time to give you a real gambling shock."
Fang Mo sat back down at the gambling table, his gaze at D'Arby carrying a faintly mocking, contemptuous look.
"You..."
Seeing this, D'Arby vaguely sensed that something was off. He spoke up again to warn him, "Don't try any tricks. Joseph's soul is in my hands right now. If you try to use force..."
"Relax, I already said I was going to gamble with you."
Fang Mo smiled and shook his head. "If I wanted to use force, I would've skinned you the moment I came in, okay?"
"I see."
With the other party's assurance, D'Arby's unease gradually settled. "Since it's a gamble, then I have absolutely nothing to fear. No one in this world has ever been my opponent..."
"Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm, indeed."
Fang Mo, who had never treated anyone like a person, did not refute him. Instead, he asked, "So as long as it's a gambling game, you'll accept any kind of wager, right?"
"That's right."
D'Arby slowly nodded. "After all, I do have some confidence when it comes to gambling..."
"Then I'm relieved."
Fang Mo smiled again. Then, with a casual reach behind his back, he pulled out a bright silver revolver. "Then let's play this. I'm going to gamble our lives."
"G-Gamble... what?"
D'Arby's pupils contracted slightly at the sight.
"Our lives."
Fang Mo reiterated, "Literally. As a gambler, you've probably heard of Russian roulette, right?"
"I have."
D'Arby was clearly somewhat resistant to the idea. After hesitating for a moment, he could not help explaining, "But I have to remind you of something. Joseph's soul is in my hands right now. If something happens to me, then he'll probably..."
"Relax, we won't shoot each