Cihang's Fourth Lesson: caution.
After watching for about a minute, Chen Feng had completely understood the game and figured out how to beat it. But to be safe, and to keep the Savior from cutting ties with him, he decided to watch someone else play first.
[Cognitive Filter disabled]
Graffiti, lights, and the pounding electronic dance track "No Limit" from 1993.
The instant the cosmetic overlay disappeared, all of Room Nine revealed its true appearance, becoming an underground nightclub that stretched on endlessly.
There were countless game rooms here. The sexy big guy sat behind the card table in the center of each room, quietly awaiting challengers from across the universes.
Chen Feng opened a room at random and immediately smelled sulfur, like rotten eggs.
That was strong!
Chen Feng looked inside. The source of the smell was a twelve-gauge shotgun on the card table.
Three shells lay beside the shotgun. They looked identical, with no visible differences, but Chen Feng knew from the agreement that there were actually two types: live rounds packed with black powder, and harmless blanks.
Although the numbers of live rounds and blanks were random, the rules guaranteed at least one of each.
The big guy randomly loaded the three shells into the shotgun, so no one knew their order.
"Whoa!"
"This is Russian roulette! I love it!"
The challenger with a one hovering over his forehead was reading the instructions. He wore a flashy printed shirt, tinted glasses, a thick gold chain, a beaded bracelet, and a wristwatch. At a glance, he looked very Burm... bashful, the sort who would bare his heart to people—and sell plenty of them, too.
And just as the challenger had said,
this wildly imaginative game involved players shooting at one another with a shotgun.
The big