“Prince Jean, I have to admit that your luck is pretty good.”

Harvey York took the revolver and chuckled. Then, he fired another shot at his temple with his right hand.

A blank.

However, Lucas Jean’s expression instantly changed once again.

Harvey gave a puff on the revolver. He then smiled and said nonchalantly, “It seems that my luck is also very good.”

Lucas’ pupils contracted when Harvey handed over the revolver to him this time.

The hand he used to pick up the revolver again was trembling slightly.

The person who invented the revolver back then might have never expected that someone would actually use it to play such a terrible game.

Such a game was a real test for a person’s self-confidence, tolerance, and character.

Only fearless people would dare to pull the trigger casually.

At least, from Lucas’ point of view, he certainly lost to Harvey in this regard.

Harvey could pull the trigger casually, even more pulling it twice. However, he could not do it.

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