There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 238: Chapter 230: Sorry, His Vision Was Too Narrow.

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“Let’s go, let’s go, the event is about to start.”

“Did you all bring yours? I only brought one, not sure if it’s enough.”

“I didn’t bring any, couldn’t find where to get one, but I heard you can get in for free with just a 50 Points ticket.”

Before they knew it, the event had already been going on for a day, and players were gradually getting used to this “Thrilling World” global activity, from initial fear to abruptness.

It was around 23:00 on the night of August 2nd.

Standing on the street corner and getting some fresh air with Sword Without End, Tuberculosis Rabbit looked at the hustle and bustle on the streets with a bit of confusion, holding a burning cigarette between his fingers, he gazed at the crowd with bewilderment.

Everyone seemed… to be hurrying in a particular direction.

Hurrying along, they talked to each other about something.

It looked like some sort of underground gathering of Esoteric Buddhism.

And some players even had a leash behind them, tied to a… female ghost?

That was wildly off the charts.

He had seen people walk dogs, and even walk cats, but it was the first time he saw someone walking a ghost.

It’s a big world out there, with no shortage of wonders.

“Hey.”

Tuberculosis Rabbit stopped a middle-aged male player who was hurrying along with a female ghost, and with a look of curiosity, he gestured at the ghost trailing behind the player and asked,

“What’s this all about?”

“What is this event you’re talking about?”

“You…”

The player, who was about to lose temper after being stopped so abruptly, shrunk back upon seeing Tuberculosis Rabbit’s title and face, and with a flattering smile said sheepishly, “That… it’s an event organized by Qiang, called Russian Roulette.”

“If you bring a female ghost, you can enter for free; if not, you have to pay 50 Points for entry.”

In this day and age.

Players in Yancheng might not know the name or face of the head of Yancheng Law Enforcement Bureau.

But they absolutely wouldn’t fail to recognize Chen Yi’s close companions.

Players from other cities might at most have some impression of Chen Yi’s face, and may not remember much about Tuberculosis Rabbit and others, but Yancheng was different—it was Chen Yi’s stronghold.

If they even failed to recognize the people involved, they might inadvertently offend someone and be done for good.

“Oh?”

Tuberculosis Rabbit’s lips curled into a thoughtful smile, “Russian Roulette? That’s impressive, didn’t expect you to be such a blood-hearted brother.”

“Come on, I’ll go with you to check it out.”

Russian Roulette.

He knew it too well.

A game that existed in both violence and bloodshed.

Two players, one revolver, with only a single bullet loaded. They take turns pointing the gun at themselves until one dies, and that’s the end of the game.

Simple rules.

It’s a test of the player’s psychological resilience, to maintain composure in the face of death.

A game with an extremely high mortality rate.

Of course, you could give up early, but that would merely prove that you chickened out, earning the boos of the crowd.

“Uh… this.”

The player that was stopped looked around hesitantly and, seeing nobody coming to his aid, braced himself to speak, “Our version of Russian Roulette is probably a bit different from what the public understands it to be.”

“But since Tuberculosis Rabbit wants to go, naturally there’s no problem.”

However, Tuberculosis Rabbit’s expression grew colder, and the player, deciding it was best not to say anything unnecessary, promptly moved to the front saying, “I’ll lead the way, please follow me, Tuberculosis Rabbit.”

…

“Are you really going?”

Sword Without End, dressed in a flashy pink suit with his thick chest hair on display and sporting a sleek, greasy hairdo, hands in his pockets, walked beside Tuberculosis Rabbit while speaking through a cigarette in his mouth.

“It’s just a game for kids. Why would we want to join in the fun?”

Indeed.

In front of them, players from Yancheng could indeed be referred to as kids.

After all, even if they had a revolver at their temples, they had plenty of ways to make sure they wouldn’t die.

And if they did die, it would just be a bit of effort climbing out of hell.

From this perspective, Russian Roulette really was a child’s play.

“Just join in for fun.”

Although Tuberculosis Rabbit looked down on this so-called extremely bloody Russian Roulette game, he still followed along casually and said indifferently,

“Yi is still upstairs amusing himself with those eight Jiayes. We’ve got nothing better to do, might as well join in the fun and see what kind of entertainment Yancheng players have.”

At their level,

Their own entertainment activities were definitely superior to those of Yancheng players.

Like you’d have your exclusive desert swimming pool in hell—could Yancheng players do that?

Clearly not.

Deep down, they didn’t expect these Yancheng players to come up with anything extraordinary either; it was just a matter of who would be the first to admit defeat in the face of death.

Child’s play.

…

After about ten minutes,

“We’re here.”

The leading player signaled to a ticket hall ahead and explained, “You can go in here, there are four halls in total.”

“You can pick any hall you like to play in.”

After saying that, the player dove into the crowd, clearly feeling too much pressure being around Tuberculosis Rabbit.

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In front of me stood a massive villa.

This detached villa looked to be at least a thousand square meters. It shouldn’t even be called a villa—it deserved to be referred to as a manor.

Before the rise of the core game, they had no idea there was such a huge detached villa in the Yancheng suburbs, with signs all along the road indicating private property.

The ticket booth was a newly constructed small pavilion at the entrance to the villa—somewhat reminiscent of the old newspaper kiosks.

“Oh.”

With a nod, Tuberculosis Rabbit, dressed in a floral shirt and beach shorts, casually glanced around before heading straight for the ticket booth, tapping the glass to enter.

“Open the door, let’s go inside and have some fun.”

“It’s packed, entry is restricted now. Queue over there, the estimated waiting time is 3 hours.”

“Look up, and see who I am.”

“Nobody’s an exception.”

The middle-aged woman in the ticket booth retorted irritably, and as she lifted her head ready to shout, she froze upon recognizing Tuberculosis Rabbit’s face. Her complexion turned pale instantly and her voice trembled,

“Tuberculosis… Tuberculosis Rabbit, I’m so… I’m sorry…”

“Can I go in now?”

“Yes, yes, of course!!”

The middle-aged woman took a deep breath, then quickly grabbed a walkie-talkie from under the table and shouted, “A VIP has arrived!”

Whatever response she got seemed to be a refusal, making the woman urgently lower her voice to add another line,

“It’s Tuberculosis Rabbit, the one by Chen Yi’s side!”

“Get the hell out here quickly!”

No more than thirty seconds passed after her words fell.

The grand doors of the enormous villa burst open as six men in black suits and sunglasses ushered out a man in a red suit.

“Sorry, sorry, my apologies for keeping you waiting, Tuberculosis Rabbit,” the man in the red suit said, bowing continuously with a face full of regret, “It’s really my bad, the staff below don’t understand, please be forgiving, Tuberculosis Rabbit.”

“It’s fine.”

Tuberculosis Rabbit didn’t lose his temper but instead looked up into the villa with a thoughtful expression, “Is this a casino? I heard there was something to play here and came to experience it especially.”

“Lead the way.”

“Right this way, please!”

The man in the red suit dispersed his subordinates and led the way down a corridor into the villa, starting to introduce, “I never expected Tuberculosis Rabbit would come to a place like this to play, please forgive any lack of hospitality. There are four lounges in total here.”

“Through this corridor lies our Number One Lounge.”

“The current activity in the Number One Lounge is Russian Roulette.”

“Tuberculosis Rabbit, you could give it a try.”

As the man’s explanation concluded, the doors at the end of the corridor were also pushed open, and the noisy sounds of a crowd suddenly filled the air.

Before us was a huge hall.

It looked to cover at least four to five hundred square meters.

In the center of the venue were eight conspicuous rings with shouts of encouragement and hollering all around, sounding extremely lively.

They appeared on the second floor of the hall,

offering a bird’s-eye view of the entire venue.

“…”

Without expression, Tuberculosis Rabbit leaned on the railing of the second floor, overlooking the scene in the hall below. After about five minutes of silence, he finally said softly,

“Explain it? I’ve braced myself sufficiently already.”

The scene below was indeed hard to accept for the average person,

not related to blood or violence.

But it was something that a normal person simply couldn’t believe existed in this world.

There were eight rings below.

Each ring had ten seats, and on each seat, a woman knelt with her head inwards, buttocks outwards.

It looked just like a sunflower.

And surrounding the sunflower were ten bees, busily at work, with intensity—and the venue even had a conductor. Whenever a gunshot was heard,

all the bees would stop their labor, withdraw, and then rotate clockwise to the next flower for nectar.

“This is called Russian Roulette.”

Seeming to realize Tuberculosis Rabbit was unfamiliar with these activities, the leading man carefully chose his words before speaking cautiously,

“The basic rule of the game is ten men standing behind the wheel; upon hearing a gunshot, they must pull out and move to the next woman, and so on clockwise.”

“Those who ‘discharge’ get eliminated.”

“The last man standing is the ultimate winner of the Russian Roulette.”@@novelbin@@

“…”

“…”

Tuberculosis Rabbit remained silent.

Sword Without End remained silent and appeared lost in thought.

Time passed again before Tuberculosis Rabbit, with an indifferent expression, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Sword Without End, and lit one for himself. He took a long drag and then observed the scene below through the thin blue smoke, remaining deep in thought.

Even though he considered his tolerance quite high, he was momentarily dumbfounded.

The sight before him, even by the explosive standards of their world, was extremely shocking.

He originally thought the games these kids played wouldn’t amount to much fun.

None of them could compare to their Hell Desert Swimming Pool in terms of style. But now, it seemed,

I’m sorry.

It was he who thought too small.

It’s still you guys who know how to play. You might be weak, but the games you play are anything but weak.

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