"Oh?" Alger tapped his fingers on the table, "Go on."
"We have pinpointed the location of the bullet. As long as we notice the bullet drawing near, we will choose to spin the cylinder, preventing others from taking the fatal bullet... This will turn into a pure probability game, depending only on where the position lands after spinning." Su Ming'an picked up the handgun, weighing it in his hand,
"But I've thought of a way to decide the winner in one round."
"Mr. Alger, I will shoot at you. But this round, I won't tell you whether I've spun the cylinder or not."
"Then, I, you, and Miss Chang Yue won't check the position of the hammer afterward. We won't know if the gun we're holding has a bullet. When it's our turn, we simply make a judgment about who to aim at."
"And so it goes, until a death occurs."
