"Don't shoot, I'm going to change the rules of this game..."
Bang!
Before D'Arby could finish speaking, Fang Mo impatiently fired the handgun.
The instant he pulled the trigger, the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the chair beneath Fang Mo exploded from the massive impact.
Yet he himself was completely unharmed. After eating two Golden Apples and with the defense of Steve's full set of enchanted Diamond armor, even a large-caliber firearm could no longer break through his defenses.
But just because Fang Mo's defenses hadn't been breached—
Didn't mean D'Arby's wouldn't be.
"Y-you bastard?!"
Almost the instant the gunshot rang out, D'Arby's expression changed. His face was now so pale that it seemed utterly bloodless.
"Alright."
Fang Mo set the revolver back on the gambling table. "Your turn, Kobe..."
Bang!
D'Arby slammed his hand on the table. If he hadn't lost a leg, he would have risen to his feet by now. His expression was as vicious and terrified as that of a wounded beast. "Y-you did that on purpose, didn't you?!"
"Did what on purpose?"
Fang Mo looked at him in bafflement. "You agreed to the rules of this game yourself, didn't you? And you inspected this gun just now too. There was nothing wrong with it, was there?"
"That's not what I mean!"
The excruciating pain shooting through his leg had D'Arby breaking out in a cold sweat, but he still nearly shouted, "I mean you deliberately firing the gun... I clearly called for a stop just now, didn't I?!"
"Too weak. Couldn't hear you."
Fang Mo casually shook his hand. "You want to gamble while talking that quietly?"
"You..."
D'Arby was clearly panicking. That guy across from him was immune to blades and bullets, impervious to water and fire; even a shot through