At this moment, Ouyang Yuande finally understood what a "death turntable" was. The revolver had a total of six rounds of bullet grooves, and only one bullet was placed, which meant that the probability of being shot was one in six.
But who knows that one-sixth is the first shot, the last shot, or perhaps any shot?
Compared to chopping into pieces of meat, perhaps the bones are broken, this "death turntable" is even more tormenting.
Death is not terrible, but waiting for the moment of death is the most terrible and tormenting thing.
So, Ouyang Yuande was so angry that he was so embarrassed that he cursed angrily: "Ye Fan, if you are a man, just give us a happy time. You play with the bullshit "death turntable", you just want to play with us!
us!"
"Yes! I just want to tease you! What's wrong? Isn't it okay?"
Ye Fan spread his hands and said with a playful look on his face.
Ouyang Dong also cursed angrily: "Ye Fan, life belongs to us, we don't allow you to tease our lives!"
At this time, Ye Fan shook his head and said coldly: "You are wrong, your life is up to me and I can't help you! If I want you to live, you will live. If I want you to die, you will die!"
"You...you are bastard!"
Ouyang Dong was so angry that he whispered on the spot and cursed.
As a result, what waited for him was Lin Han's ruthless feet.
Lin Han kicked him hard and scolded fiercely: "Boy! Be kind to Brother Fan, you are polite, otherwise I will kill you!"
"hateful--"
Ouyang Dong was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver, but he dared not speak out.
"Lin Han! Before the game begins, you can tie them up to prevent them from escaping." Ye Fan said lightly.
"Okay—"
Lin Han nodded, then tied Ouyang Yuande and his son Ouyang Yuande and tied them tightly with a rope.
Although Ouyang Yuande and the others struggled hard, any struggle they struggled in vain when facing Lin Han, a level A-level killer.
"Ye Fan, you guys have the will to kill us! Don't play this boring game!"
Ouyang Yuande felt that he was humiliated by personality, and the waiting for death was torment, but Ye Fan used this to tease them.
"Is the game boring?" Ye Fan's mouth sneered with disdain. The next second, he put a bullet into the bullet groove and then gently twisted the turntable.
"Click—"
The turntable was rotating quickly, and the next second, his wrist trembled and the turntable was directly installed into the revolver.
At this time, Ye Fan was holding a revolver, and the Leng Bing's muzzle directly pressed against Ouyang Yuande's forehead.
"Swish--"
Suddenly, Ouyang Yuande, who was still very stubborn just now, changed his face drastically and he became panicked.
"Ye Fan, what do you...what do you want to do? You...will warn you, don't do it randomly..."
Ouyang Yuande was so scared that he even peed out, not as majestic as before.
At this time, Ye Fan smiled playfully and said lightly: "Mr. Ouyang, didn't you say that this game was boring just now? I'll ask you now, is this game... boring?"
"No...not boring! Not boring at all, it...it's fun!"
Ouyang Yuande was so scared that he shook his head and denied it.
Who knew what Ye Fan said next was almost scared to death.
"Since it's fun, let's have fun!" This chapter has been completed!