Xu Fan's gaze fixed downward, and the bandit Zhou slowly lifted his head.

Their eyes met in a straight line, and as he looked into those pupils that remained calm as an ancient well, a few ripples emerged in the bandit Zhou's heart.

He didn't quite understand Xu Fan's decision at this moment.

In the Zhou Family, everyone's courage had already crumbled under his fierce momentum. Even if he insisted on continuing the fight, there was no need for Xu Fan to take action; his own descendants would be the first to block him, preventing him from doing what they considered a foolish act.

"Why?"

The bandit Zhou looked at Xu Fan and asked lightly.

A smile appeared on Xu Fan's lips as he replied, "There isn't a 'why'—it's simply that I, Xu Fan, respect you as a real man."

"Even in old age, you, the bandit Zhou, are still a man."

"A man..."

This word made the bandit Zhou laugh at himself with a trace of self-mockery. He shook his head, feeling ludicrous.

Could he truly be considered a man?

Unable to even protect his grandson, what kind of man was he? With descendants so weak, what kind of man was he?

"Haha, what kind of man am I? But you, Xu Fan, you are indeed no ordinary person,"

said the bandit Zhou, his old eyes brimming with tears. Compared to his own family, Xu Fan's composure in the face of danger was already millions of times greater.

In comparison, he didn't qualify as a man.

"Fine, I, the bandit Zhou, will gamble with my life against you today."

Taking a deep breath, the bandit Zhou reached out his hand and said to Xu Fan, "Give it to me."

The bandit Zhou volunteered for the first round. His courage caused Xu Fan to take another look at him.

He then pushed the revolver across to the other party.

The revolver slid from the long table to stop in front of the bandit Zhou, who blocked it with his palm and then seized it in his hand, pressing it directly against his temple.

"Dad, have you gone mad..."

"Uncle, don't be rash, ah."

To the Zhou family, this act seemed the epitome of insanity, and they all began to dissuade him at once.

The cylinder held six chambers, meaning that as the bandit Zhou pulled the trigger, there was a one-in-six chance that his life would be over!

Why take such a risk?

"All of you, shut up!"

The bandit Zhou cursed irritably, instantly silencing his family.

Indeed, perhaps his family members were no longer tough, but he, the bandit Zhou, would never back down!

Grinding his teeth, the bandit Zhou pulled the trigger.

A click sounded, but not the nerve-wracking report of the gun. The Zhou family members, who were watching intently, immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"It's your turn."

Having dodged the bullet this round, the bandit Zhou pushed the revolver directly over to Xu Fan.

Seeing the expectant gazes upon him, Xu Fan smiled faintly, taking the revolver in his hand.

"The bandit Zhou truly lives up to his name."

As he spoke, Xu Fan pressed it against his temple and pulled the trigger.

Without seeing the expected splatter of blood and brains, the anticipation in the crowd's eyes quickly faded, replaced by disappointment.

Then it was the bandit Zhou's turn again.

Both had finished a round, and now, the probability of hearing a gunshot had increased to one in four.

Would the bandit Zhou, now in his later years, die in this round? They were very anxious.

Everyone held their breath, and some of the faint-hearted had already lowered their heads, too scared to look.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, finally, the bandit Zhou pulled the trigger.

No scent of gunpowder or blood followed; the crowd once again let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, replacing the tension was an expectant glee.

With a one in three chance, this next round had a very high probability of firing that single remaining bullet.

This time, the youngster probably wouldn't be able to dodge this calamity, and today, this hall of spirits would prove its purpose.

Surrounded by expectant gazes, Xu Fan finally pressed the revolver against his temple.

The crowd watched him, puzzled, wondering how level-headed this guy could be.

A one in three chance of dying, and he still didn't feel afraid?

"This..."

Before long, the crowd understood the reason for Xu Fan's fearlessness.

When he pulled the trigger again, it was still empty.

As the sound of the trigger echoed, the crowd's expressions changed once more; they looked at Xu Fan in disbelief, not understanding why his luck was so good.

To have escaped unharmed for two consecutive rounds, this...

What this implied became quickly apparent to everyone.

Having fired four blanks, the single bullet had to be in one of the last two chambers.

Next, facing the Zhou bandit, was a nearly fifty percent chance of death!

"Dad, let's just stop!"

"Don't play anymore, it's not worth it."

"Jianjun has already left, why bother..."

One after another, people started to plead.

Indeed, if this round was won, then Xu Fan's fate was certain death.

But this cost meant that the Zhou bandit was facing a high death risk of fifty percent!

The atmosphere within the memorial hall made the entire Zhou family feel quite uneasy!

They were only worried that today's memorial hall might become the Zhou bandit's final resting place.

One plea after another made the Zhou bandit's mood complicated.

Could he really survive this ordeal?

He wasn't sure.

But how could he back down now that things had come this far?

"Stop crying in front of me, people of the Zhou family must not shed tears."

"I, the Zhou bandit, promised to bet, so I must see it through to the end!"

With the revolver in hand, the Zhou bandit looked at his family and said, "Listen up, if I lose, none of you are to give Xu Fan any trouble! Do you hear me?"

"This..."

The crowd was torn, wanting to object, but having no way to do so.

Seeing the Zhou bandit slowly pressing the revolver against his temple, the crowd involuntarily closed their eyes.

At this moment, they no longer had the courage to keep watching.

With a loud bang, the sound that the crowd had both anticipated and feared finally rang out...

Their tightly closed eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

At this moment, the Zhou family had finally lost.

It seemed that the memorial hall was not meant for Xu Fan after all.

"This..."

One by one, they opened their eyes sorrowfully, mustering the courage to look at the Zhou bandit, only to discover that he, who should have been a bloody mess, was still sitting on the Taishi Chair, unharmed.

It didn't make any sense; they had clearly heard the gunshot, how could he be unscathed...

"Why did you save me?"

The sorrowful voice of the Zhou bandit suddenly rang out, and the crowd looked over at Xu Fan.

They instantly realized that it must have been him who had saved the Zhou bandit at the last critical moment.

"No reason."

Xu Fan looked indifferently at the revolver he had knocked away and spoke.

Thanks to his Perspective Eye, he had known from the moment the Zhou bandit stepped forward that he would be the winner today.

Perhaps because he couldn't bear to let such a man die so tragically, he had intervened at the last moment.

"Zhou bandit, do the words you just said count?"

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