His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 870

Everyone in the room was stunned. But there was no gunshot, not even the click of an empty cylinder rotating. "This gun is broken." Jonathan took the bullet out, held it in his hand, and casually passed the faulty revolver to a nearby attendant. "Get another one."

The attendant glanced at Joker, and seeing him nod in agreement, stepped forward to take the broken revolver from Jonathan's hand. Just then, the lieutenant from the River Wraiths, sitting on the observation deck, unholstered a revolver from his waist and tossed it down. "Use mine!" Joker caught the revolver cleanly and tossed it to Jonathan.

Jonathan inspected the gun again, removing all the bullets inside until only the single one remained. "This one works." Jonathan handed the lieutenant's revolver and the single bullet back to Joker. Joker couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "I hope you're not just stalling for time... You know, this gambler's paradise is a lawless place."

As he spoke, he once again showed the gang lieutenants and Jonathan the position of the bullet in the cylinder. Both Jonathan and Niamh clearly saw which chamber Joker placed it in. Then, Joker spun the cylinder with incredible speed. It spun fast and stopped just as suddenly. The VIP casino fell silent. Everyone held their breath.

Joker nonchalantly raised his hand, pressing the cold, dark muzzle of the revolver against his own temple. His expression didn't change one bit before or after he pulled the trigger. "I'm a dying man anyway... Death has never been scary to me." Joker spoke as he passed the revolver to Jonathan.

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