His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 867

After saying this, Joker stared directly into Jonathan's eyes. "You don't seem surprised at all!" A cold, humorless smile touched Jonathan's lips. "What's there to be surprised about? This is a casino. What else would we do besides play a game?"

"Hahaha!" Jonathan's composure sent Joker into a fit of laughter. "Excellent! Spoken like a true scion of the Thomas family, born with a silver spoon in your mouth, having everything handed to you on a platter your whole life. You really are fearless in the face of danger!" Listening to Joker's sarcastic remarks, Niamh couldn't help but feel a thick undercurrent of jealousy in his words.

"I'd like to see how long that composure of yours will last," Joker said, then clapped his hands. A casino staff member approached, holding a polished metal tray. Joker picked up the items on the tray, placing his own handgun down in their place. Jonathan and Niamh watched in silence, their brows furrowing in unison. What Joker had picked up was a revolver and a single bullet.

"We're going to play Russian Roulette... If I die, you two can walk away unharmed... That is what you want, isn't it?" Joker toyed with the empty revolver in one hand and the lone bullet in the other. "Russian Roulette... this isn't gambling anymore..." Niamh gasped. This was a gamble with their lives.

"How do I know you won't try to take us down with you if you die?" Jonathan asked. Joker just flashed a brilliant smile. "Because this is the Golden Casino, of course!" As he spoke, lights suddenly illuminated an observation deck above them. Three figures were seated in three chairs. Niamh didn't recognize them, but their imposing presence made it clear they were powerful and not to be trifled with.

Joker began to explain slowly, "The Golden Casino is the largest on this island, jointly operated by three major syndicates: The Vipers' Nest, the Black Snakes, and the River Wraiths... Our little game of Russian Roulette will be witnessed by lieutenants sent from each of these groups. If I try to cheat, my own organization, The Vipers' Nest, will lose all credibility in the underworld. So you have nothing to worry about... Of course, I have no intention of losing." Joker spoke with absolute, unwavering confidence.

The rules of Russian Roulette involved using a revolver. First, the cylinder is opened and emptied, with only one live round being loaded. The cylinder is then spun, so no participant knows which chamber holds the bullet. Participants take turns holding the gun to their own head and pulling the trigger. If an empty chamber fires, the gun doesn't go off, and the participant passes it to the next person. If the chamber with the bullet fires, the participant dies, and the game ends.

"The game we're playing is a little different... When I pull the trigger, it will be aimed at my own head. But when you pull the trigger..." Joker pointed at Jonathan, then slowly moved his finger to point at Niamh. "It will be aimed at her head." Niamh was stunned. Jonathan's face changed drastically. Their reactions seemed to be exactly what Joker had hoped for. He suddenly doubled over with laughter. "Haha, hahahahahaha..."

Joker couldn't stop laughing, but his laughter soon turned into a violent coughing fit, and he coughed a handful of blood into his palm. He hadn't expected Niamh to have seen through his illness the moment they were reunited.