Moments later, the crowd erupted in deafening uproar.
"My God, this is a miracle unfolding before our eyes!"
"Am I seeing things? Six empty chambers in a row!"
"Another blank round? The odds are astronomical!"
The entire venue boiled with excitement.
Amy's pupils constricted violently.
Her lips trembled as she stared at Sophia Sullivan in disbelief. "This... can't be."
In Southeast Asian casinos, Amy had claimed countless lives through Russian roulette.
Never once had she failed.
Until today.
Sophia tilted her head slightly, meeting Amy's gaze.
"You think it's impossible because you were certain this chamber held a live round."
Sophia's voice remained calm.
She slowly raised the revolver, aiming it directly at Amy.
"Your plan failed. That's why you're panicking."
A mocking edge crept into Sophia's tone.
"Even I'd go mad if my flawless scheme suddenly collapsed."
The implication hung heavy in the air.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
No one missed the accusation in those words.
All eyes turned to Amy, whose cheating history was well-known.
Amy staggered back as if physically struck by the collective scrutiny.
"You're lying!" she shrieked. "Don't you dare frame me!"
But when Sophia's gun barrel pressed against her forehead, Amy instinctively retreated two steps.
She forced composure, glaring daggers at Sophia.
Stay calm.
"I... just didn't expect your luck to hold."
Sophia chuckled, her fingers tracing the revolver's cylinder.
"Luck?"
Her quiet voice dripped with derision.
"Experts can feel bullet weight differences. They control trajectories by spinning cylinders."
"Clever move buying yourself another round. Otherwise, you'd be in a body bag already."
Sophia's finger curled around the trigger.
One gentle squeeze would reveal the truth.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the spectators.
"Holy hell, that's how it's done!"
"Cheating consecutively in a casino? She's got a death wish!"
"Didn't Amy lose fingers for this before?"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures..."
Outside the arena, Chloe Evans gaped at Amy.
This lunatic actually dared repeat her tricks under Julian Valentine's nose!
Seeing Amy's forced composure, Chloe felt vicious satisfaction.
So the ice queen feared death too.
Nothing but a paper tiger!
Julian remained unfazed.
"Truth reveals itself with one shot."
He'd noticed Amy's manipulations long ago, waiting for her to overplay her hand.
"O-of course," Amy stammered.
Cold sweat drenched her back.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, face ghostly pale under the gun's shadow.
After six empty chambers, only live rounds remained.
Sophia had uncovered her trick. This shot wouldn't miss.
Before Amy could react, Sophia pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The muffled gunshot echoed through the hall.
At the last millisecond, the barrel shifted slightly.
A wet thud followed.
The bullet tore through Amy's shoulder.
She collapsed, clutching the wound.
"AAAAAGH!"
The searing pain surpassed anything she'd imagined.