Gambling Dog Heaven

The rules of the game were simple, four people would understand as soon as they heard it, they all knew this link would kill two people, keep two people alive, the probability was the same, purely by luck.

Wu Ling was the first to speak: "Judge, I want to gamble against Wen Donglai."

The rest said nothing, for them it was the same whoever they gambled against, it was just looking at luck anyway.

Su Mo looked at this woman and nodded slightly: "Okay."

Then, Su Mo took out a revolver, loaded a bullet in front of everyone, then spun it around a few times before sliding the magazine into the gun.

"For this link I will gamble against you with a gun instead, if any of you think I will hand the gun over for you to find a chance to escape, then I'm afraid not, you have no chance, hahahaha..." Su Mo said jokingly.

"Wu Ling, would you like to go first?" he asked.

"I'll go first," Wu Ling nodded.

Su Mo was quite admiring of this woman's courage, although not a good person, she was decisive in her actions, not controlled by emotions, she was a character, it was a pity she was a woman.

He raised the gun and held it against Wu Ling's head, then pulled the trigger without hesitation. The next second, there was no reaction, a bead of cold sweat slipped down Wu Ling's forehead.

She looked coldly at Wen Donglai: "It's your turn."

Wen Donglai was also someone who had seen the big scene, he gave a cold snort: "Come on then."

Su Mo then turned the muzzle towards Wen Donglai, and pulled the trigger again. He was lucky again, still no sound.

Next, without needing to say more, Su Mo once again loaded a bullet, spun it around, and held it against Wen Donglai's forehead.

"Bang!"

This time, Wu Ling's luck was not so good. Her watermelon exploded, brain splattered everywhere. This pitiful yet hateful woman's life ended in this moment.

No one knew what this woman had experienced, it must have been extremely unspeakable, at least there were no pleasant memories.

Wen Donglai was splattered with blood, but he had no reaction, just maintaining a cold sneer.

"Very good, it's your turn now," said Su Mo, turning to look at Gangzi and Liu Fenglin.

"I'll go first," Gangzi spoke first, also with a deadpan expression, as if he did not care about death at all.

Su Mo smiled, then took out another bullet to load, spun it around, and held it against Gangzi's forehead.

"Bang!"

There was a one in six chance, but it still happened. Just as the game had just begun, and Liu had not even started feeling nervous yet, the game was over.

Su Mo did not cheat, he just wanted to see who was lucky and who was unlucky. The result was obvious, this bastard Gangzi was ill-fated.

Liu was also splattered with blood. His whole body began to tremble, his facial muscles shook violently, and he made inhuman screams from his mouth "Ah... Ah... Ah ah ah!"

"Where's the towel, I want a towel, a lot of towels..."

Seeing Liu who seemed to be going mad, Su Mo was not angry. He understood, so he gestured to Gao Ming.

Gao Ming quickly brought out a stack of clean pure white towels and handed them to Liu, and also untied his restraints.

Liu took the towels as quickly and eagerly as a dying man who had gotten medicine. He immediately started to quickly clean his face and the various filth on his body.

A few minutes later, Liu was much better, but he was still trembling all over, tingling all over his scalp, as if countless ants were biting him.

"Can I have some water and new clothes?" he asked fearlessly but politely.

Su Mo grinned wickedly: "Of course you can."

Then, Gao Ming also brought him water and a new white coat. A few more minutes later, Liu was like an addict who had gotten over his addiction, feeling relieved all over, and let out a heavy sigh "Ha----".

"Thank you," he said to Su Mo.

Su Mo laughed loudly: "You should indeed thank me. Although, I have always readily provided a 'ball' to the dying, you are an exception."

After saying this, Su Mo laughed at his own pun, he felt he had used it very cleverly, and was very satisfied.

"Alright, there are just the two of you left. We should move on to the final game, the name of this game is Called What You Need. How is it, great name right?

The rules are simple, there is a box here with many small strips of paper in it. Each round you both draw out one strip.

The paper has different body parts written on it, whatever part you draw, I will take that part from your body.

Until one of you can't take it anymore and dies, then the other person automatically wins.

Of course, we've also arranged a bonus prize, to reward the winner, I will also give one last lottery draw, aren't I so generous, I just have this kind of magnanimous personality."

After Su Mo had finished speaking, Gao Ming brought over a box and walked in front of Liu. Liu's eyelids twitched violently, but he knew he had no choice but to refuse. So he could only tremblingly draw out a strip of paper.

Next, Gao Ming also walked in front of Wen Donglai. Wen Donglai also drew out a strip of paper with a cold face.

The final result came out, Liu had drawn three toes, Wen Donglai had drawn two fingers.

"It seems you are both quite lucky, for the first round, it's quite easy, won't lose too much blood. Don't worry, I'm very professional, although not as good as Dr. Liu, but I'm also very skilled."

As Su Mo spoke, he excitedly put on a pair of white gloves. Then, from who knows where, he found a pair of glasses without lenses and put them over his eyes.

In his mind, that thin line had been pulsating for a long time. Su Mo could finally let it out. He gently released that strand of emotion in his mind.

The next moment, Su Mo's expression changed. No longer manic and excited, but with a professional, focused expression. His actions also slowed down, becoming meticulous and orderly.

He picked up a brand new white coat, put it on, and gently smoothed out the creases in the coat, patting imaginary dust off the clothes.

Finally, after the equipment was fully geared up, he slowly walked towards the operating table that had been prepared earlier.

Without Su Mo instructing, while Su Mo was dressing up, Gao Ming had already moved Liu onto the operating bed and tied him up.

Of course, Wen Donglai did not escape either, he was also tied to another operating bed by Gao Ming.

The two struggled a bit, but were controlled by Gao Ming with a mini stun device, unable to resist.

Su Mo walked to Liu's bedside, looking at Liu's feet, and muttered: "Excessive sweating, rinse with clean water first, then disinfect with alcohol, hmmm, this way..."

As he spoke, he picked up the towel, then put the towel in a basin of water, moving elegantly, professionally, and aesthetically.