His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 873

BANG!

The gunshot was sudden, catching everyone completely off guard.

As a spray of blood and gore erupted, Jonathan moved instantly, covering Niamh’s eyes with his hand. The warmth of his palm helped soothe the shock of the gunshot, even though she had known for the past hour that this sound was an inevitability.

Though the VIP lounge was spacious, the metallic scent of blood quickly began to permeate the air. Time seemed to freeze.

Niamh didn’t move. Jonathan didn’t move.

After a long moment, Niamh slowly exhaled and whispered, “...It’s over.”

As she spoke, Jonathan lowered his hand from her eyes. She saw him clearly now—Joker, lying in a pool of his own blood. A living person just moments ago… now a corpse. His lifeless eyes were wide open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Niamh didn't spare the dead man a second glance. She immediately looked up at the viewing gallery, at the representatives from The Vipers' Nest, the Black Serpents, and the Water Ghosts.

“A bet’s a bet. Now that Joker is dead, we can take our hostage, correct?”

The first to his feet was the tattooed man Marina had once called Keen. Even from a distance, Niamh could see the fury and disbelief in his eyes.

“Impossible!” Keen roared. “Joker was our top assassin! How could he possibly lose at a simple game of Russian Roulette?! It must have been you… you two cheated!”

At Keen’s accusation, the Vipers’ Nest henchmen on the floor immediately drew their weapons, aiming them at Niamh and Jonathan. Nearby, Lana, who had just begun to hope for rescue, dissolved into terrified, hysterical sobs.

Keen started to retort, but Niamh didn’t give him the chance.

“Everyone knows this man-made island is called ‘Gambler’s Paradise.’ There’s no law here, but there are rules—rules established by all three of your gangs. Gamblers flock here to risk their fortunes precisely because they trust you and your rules.”

“...”

“It’s safe to say that this island, and your three gangs, value rules and reputation above all else.”

“According to you, Joker could never have died playing Russian Roulette. That’s tantamount to admitting that The Vipers' Nest relies on cheating to win. With a reputation like that, how do you expect to maintain your standing here?”

“Bullshit!” Keen was so enraged he nearly coughed up blood.