Chapter 1259: 1345: Every Shot Hits the Mark
Chapter 519 of "My Super Beautiful Lady Boss" reveals: CapĂtulo 1259: Chapter 1345: Every Shot Hits the MarkBecause the sound of balloons popping made... Keep reading!
CapĂtulo 1259: Chapter 1345: Every Shot Hits the MarkBecause the sound of balloons popping made him feel extremely satisfied, he thought to himself, âYou dare play with me, huh. Iâll beat you so bad in no time.â
But soon, he felt something was off. He didnât hear any applause. When he hit the target, even if others didnât applaud, his lackeys would have given him the most enthusiastic applause.
âYoung Master Hua, you, you hit their target instead.â
One of the lackeys said weakly. Hua Jian was stunned and suddenly realized that the balloon he had just shot was actually Su Xuanâs.
âHow is this possible? Itâs impossible!â
Hua Jian felt like heâd seen a ghost. He was sure he was shooting at his own balloon. How did it hit Su Xuanâs instead? But the facts were there; nothing could be done.
âTsk tsk, truly impressive. Your gun technique is spot-on every time!â
Su Xuan expressed admiration, angering Hua Jian so much he nearly spat blood, thinking, âDamn, what is actually happening?â
Hua Jian really couldnât accept this. He was certain he was shooting at his target, yet he burst Su Xuanâs balloon.
âI donât believe this evil!â
Hua Jianâs eyes were nearly bleeding. He pulled the trigger again. To his surprise, it was a bullseye, bursting two balloons at once.
âSharpshooter, wow wowâŚâ
The shameless Su Xuan started cheering by himself while Hua Jianâs eyes nearly popped out. The burst balloons werenât his but Su Xuanâs. His heart bled; this shot lost him two hundred thousand.
Onlookers were all sighing, wondering what on earth was happening.
Su Xuan burst three balloons himself, then had three more burst by Hua Jian, leaving only four balloons. Meanwhile, all ten balloons on Hua Jianâs target were untouched, which really was ironic.
Without a doubt, Su Xuan was behind this. Operating with Dark Strength, controlling real bullets would pose a challenge, but BB bullets were simple. He used Primordial Qi to control the bullet, transforming it into power and impacting forward.
It wasnât just a bullseye; hitting four balloons at once was possible.
Hua Jian was a bit scared to shoot; it was too weird. He was sure he was aiming at his balloon, yet it somehow hit Su Xuanâs.
Could the gunâs sight be misaligned?
âGive me another gun!â
Hua Jian shouted fiercely and quickly took another gun, pulling the trigger swiftly. This time, a crisp explosion was heard, yet it was Lu Chaoshuaiâs balloon that burst.
âAhhhh⌠What a crappy thing!â Hua Jian roared angrily, smashing the gun on the ground in a fit. This guy was genuinely infuriated, feeling the gun was bullying him. It was supposed to hit his balloon but stubbornly hit othersâ.
In the end, Hua Jian lost another eight hundred thousand, leaving him quite panicked and roaring.
âWe keep competing.â
Hua Jian, famed as a âBai Longâ in casinos, always made others cry with their losses, never himself. He truly couldnât accept this situation.
He had to continue. Heâd lost his food expenses for the month. If he didnât win it back, it would be truly embarrassing, especially if rumors spread that he lost to Lu Chaoshuai. He might as well spit blood.
âBetter not play anymore; youâre out of money.â
Lu Chaoshuaiâs heart was extremely excited. It was so unexpected that he had such good luck today, making him feel thrilled.
Lu Chaoshuai, a consistent loser in casinos, mostly losing rather than winning, didnât expect such a strong performance today, winning against someone he most wanted to defeat.
âWho said Iâm out of money? You fat bastard, Iâll tell you, donât think about leaving after winning my money.â
Hua Jian was already enraged. If he conceded now, what was the point of continuing?
Hua Jian, after roaring, pulled a middle-aged man aside, argued briefly, and finally, the man reluctantly handed him a briefcase.
Hua Jian threw the briefcase on the table, fuming, saying.
âWe continue; neither of you is leaving.â
Indeed, Hua Jian could handle winning but not losing. The middle-aged man sighed, helplessly thinking the million in the briefcase was meant for investments by the master. Master Hua better not lose it, or thatâd spell big trouble.
âWhat are we competing in now?â
Su Xuan had an air of âbring it on,â fearless, while Lu Chaoshuai was initially a bit scared. Seeing Su Xuanâs eagerness, he wasnât as afraid, needing to save face.
âThis time, weâll play dice, keep it simple, guess odds or evens.â
Hua Jian explained the rules. Dice was the simplest form of gambling, just shake three dice and see what points show up. Whoever rolls higher wins, lower loses. Of course, rolling a Panther (three-of-a-kind) was the highest.
Hua Jian chose dice because he was the best at it. He could roll whatever numbers he wanted, confidently thinking heâd make Su Xuan and Lu Chaoshuai lose badly.
âSure, Iâll team up with Young Master Lu. Young Master Lu, you roll the dice. I trust you. Iâve got two million, Iâll bet it all!â Su Xuan placed his two million down, and Lu Chaoshuai followed suit with his two hundred thousand.
âToday is a lucky star, the spirit of our ancestors.â
Lu Chaoshuai said, tossing the dice. When the dice settled, everyone held their breath. A roll of one, two, and five, the points were at their limit.
Su Xuan looked at the dice, pursed his lips, thinking, âDamn, are you so good at this? What kind of luck is that?â Su Xuan was beyond words; rolling to such a realm was truly impressive.
âHahahaâŚâ
Meanwhile, Hua Jian was laughing so hard it could burst his gut. He initially thought about rigging the game, but it turned out unnecessary. No matter how he rolled, he wouldnât lose unless he rolled one, two, and four. But from his perspective, that probability was very low.
âUh⌠Young Master Lu seems he didnât place his bet; didnât you roll too fast!â
Su Xuan whispered, not loudly but enough for Hua Jian to hear.