I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 697 - 695: Can’t Let Such a Professional NPC Get Away

"Senior brother, have I ever offended you before?" The junior brothe,r with the gun pointed at his head, spoke with a hint of crying in his voice, "I just ate snail noodles at your old spot a few times and used the pillow you used to sleep on as a seat cushion. Do you really need to put me in a lethal situation?"

Now the gun was pointed at his head. Even if Zhang Menglong lost the bet, it would only be his head that got blown apart. What kind of absurd statement was that?

The sound of the gunshot was heard by everyone just now, and everyone saw the shell that fell to the ground. And now you're betting with someone that there are no bullets in the magazine? Do you really think you're Yan Shuangying? Watched too many dramas, haven't you?

"Hahaha!" Gorik burst into laughter, "And here you are, the richest man in the world. I bet all your money wasn't even made by yourself but inherited from your family, right? How does such an idiot like you make money in business?"

"How do you know all my money came from my family?"

Gorik: "..."

"So, what do you say? Are you betting or not?" Zhang Menglong continued. "If you win, you want 100 billion US dollars, right? I'll deliver it to you with both hands."

"Hey senior brother! If you lose the bet, I get killed!" Zhang Menglong's junior brother cried out.

"Shut up!" Zhang Menglong glared at him, "If I lose the bet, I'll give your family 100 billion US dollars for the funeral expenses!"

Zhang Menglong's junior brother fell into deep thought, considering whether 100 billion US dollars were a significant stake for Zhang Menglong. If it was indeed a large stake, it meant Zhang Menglong was fully aware of his risks, for he could not afford such a huge loss.

But if the stake was small for Zhang Menglong, that wasn't necessarily the case, and it was possible that Zhang Menglong didn't care about the chips at all!

After much thought, 100 billion US dollars was not a big stake for Zhang Menglong! For ordinary people, it was a fortune that could not be counted in a lifetime, but for Zhang Menglong, just messing around in the capital market could earn him ten times, a hundred times, or even hundreds of times that amount.

Do you think such an amount of money could pressure him?

No way!

Realizing this, the Mask of Pain on his face even upgraded to +13.

"But if you lose," Zhang Menglong revealed a sleazy expression, "you'll perform a two 's' squat in stockings and a mini skirt on the boat."

Gorik had no idea what an 's' squat meant, but he was certain that Zhang Menglong was undoubtedly going to lose! When he came, the gun was loaded with bullets, and now it had only fired one bullet, so how could it be empty?

"Then you're definitely going to lose!"

Gorik, notorious as a ruthless pirate, hesitated not at all, a single life meant nothing to him; he smirked and pulled the trigger.

Having been a pirate for so many years, he had dealt with many stubborn individuals. Even those with great courage lost their bold speeches at the sound of a gunshot and the sight of blood. Now, in peacetime, there was no longer such a spirit of sacrifice and fearlessness.

"Click!"

The trigger was pulled, but the chamber only made the sound of the firing pin.

Gorik was taken aback, then repeatedly pulled the trigger several more times, but the gun still didn't fire any bullets.

"This is impossible!" Gorik drew the gun's chamber and, just as Zhang Menglong had said, there were no bullets in it.

"This is preposterous!" Gorik was both shocked and suspicious. It was his own personal gun, and he had loaded each bullet himself. How could there be no bullets?

Zhang Menglong's junior brother was so frightened that his legs had gone weak, and at that moment he collapsed to the ground as if his body had been hollowed out.

Girls who had covered their eyes also dared to take their hands away then.

"Mr. Gorik, you've lost!"

"Captain, this guy is a bit spooky," one of Gorik's subordinates warned.

"I don't care if he's spooky or not!" Gorik snatched a gun from his subordinate, pulled out its chamber, confirmed that the bullets were properly loaded, and reinserted it into the gun.

"What about this time?" This time Gorik aimed the gun at Zhang Menglong's head, "Do you still think my gun has no bullets?"

"Why don't you just try it and see?" Zhang Menglong shrugged.

"You've got guts, Huaxia kid!" Gorik swung his gun around, aiming at Zhang Menglong's legs. After all, he needed Zhang Menglong for a ransom and couldn't actually kill him.

"Click!" But, as expected, there was an unexpected malfunction again, and the bullet didn't fire!

"Mr. Gorik, are these your bullets?" Zhang Menglong stretched out his hand and opened it. Bullets clattered and fell out from the center of his palm.

"This...this is impossible!" Gorik couldn't help but step back two steps. There must be some supernatural force at play!

Gorik once again pulled a gun from one of his men and casually pressed the trigger.

"Bang!" This time the gun fired, and a bullet went straight through a pirate's chest.

"This... this... fuck!" Gorik looked helplessly at his subordinate's face of grievance.

How come bullets won't fire at Zhang Menglong, but fire just fine at his own men? Did the gun grow eyes?

"Mr. Gorik, I know you're upset about losing a bet, but there's no need to take it out on your own people. We're all brothers who've shared life and death with you; doing this will chill their hearts!"

The death of his man didn't emotionally affect Gorik much. Pirates risked their lives for money anyway. If they were afraid of dying, they wouldn't be pirates. People came and went on the ship; frankly, he couldn't even remember the name of the man he had just killed.

But Zhang Menglong's eerie abilities did chill Gorik's courage. They say the East is a land of mystery; could this be some mysterious power from the East?

"Retreat!" After a moment's thought, Gorik actually made the decision to retreat!

"Hey! Don't go!"

"Weren't you here to rob us? You're leaving after just fifteen minutes? Don't you have any professional ethics? Don't you know you should finish what you started?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't just dump guns and ammo haphazardly. You know about recycling, right? Which category does that gun fall into?"

...

As the boss ordered the retreat, the pirates didn't know why, but a palpable fear took hold—no wonder the people on this ship were all so calm. They hadn't boarded a ghost ship, had they? Surely, not all of them were specters?

What was an orderly retreat abruptly turned chaotic when one of the pirates panicked and accidentally fired his gun when it fell to the ground.

They trampled over each other; some even accidentally fell overboard. Some had firearms discharge accidentally, hitting their own people.

"What's going on?" Feeling that danger was now far away, everyone grew more daring.

Seeing the pirates in a panic and discarding their helmets and armor, Zhuge Liang would have been proud as when he implemented the Empty Fort Strategy to scare away thousands of troops with mere bluffs, right?

But they never figured it out—Zhang Menglong hadn't even touched those pirates; how could he mysteriously disarm them?

"A bunch of cowards; such small courage and still calling yourselves pirates, truly a disgrace to the profession!" Zhang Menglong hadn't even had his fill of fun, and these pirates had already run off.

"How was that, exciting, right?" Zhang Menglong asked with a smile.

"It was quite thrilling," everyone said, "but isn't it a bit over the top?"

"This is real piracy, bro!"

"Honestly, isn't this more thrilling than an escape room?"

"Hey, that reminds me!" Zhang Menglong suddenly had an idea, "What do you think about us hiring a bunch of real pirates for a large-scale immersive escape game event?"

Zhang Menglong turned to his companions and said, "Quick, I'll give you half an hour. Catch them all for me. We can't let such professional NPCs get away!"