Feng Luan rubbed her slightly throbbing ears, her fingertips still retaining the cold touch of the revolver's grip.
She stared at the colorful little boy across from her, her voice icy. "I've never seen a request like this in my life."
Game smiled as he looked back at her with eyes that seemed to hold an entire galaxy.
"See? You've seen one today."
"Life's all about trying something new."
Xia Yuan had not taken part in their conversation from beginning to end.
He casually tossed the few gold-edged playing cards in his hand back into the deck, his movements crisp and efficient.
As though that life-and-death contest just now had been nothing more than brushing a speck of dust from his clothes.
Xia Yuan merely uttered three words. "Next round."
Those three simple words made the entire tavern tense up once more.
Light flowed, and the scattered cards on the table seemed to be gathered by an invisible hand, stacking themselves neatly into a deck again.
The sound of shuffling rang out clearly through the Western-style tavern.
Justice Enforcer was still sprawled over the table, golden blood dripping down the edge. The sight was deeply strange.
Near-tangible flames burned in Feng Luan's eyes as she locked onto Game.
"Justice is already dead. You're next!"
"Oh my, how scary, how scary~." Game shrugged, wearing a pitying expression.
"Sis, talking about death all day is no good. It's so unlucky."
"Besides, getting shot here isn't real death. It just means you're asleep."
He raised a slender finger and pointed at Justice Enforcer, who was still slumped over the table, his tone light.
"Just like the games you usually play, sis. When a character dies, they can revive in the next round. Same principle."
Feng Luan followed his finger, and her heart jolted.