So many people died and ran away in a panic for so long, but they didn't even have the chance to shoot.
Long Tianao couldn't help but shout: "Ye Fan!"
Ye Fan slowly walked into the hall: "Mr. Long, you lost."
Long Tianao sneered: "I'm not dead yet!"
"You don't have to die!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly and drooped the blood-stained sword: "Tell me where the vault is, and I can give you a way out."
Ye Fan tried his best to take the vault away, just to give Wuyi Lane a heavy blow so that it would not dare to deal with him easily in the future.
As for defeated generals like Long Tianao, Ye Fan can kill or not.
Because even if he let Long Tianao go along, Wuyi Lane would not let Long Tianao live.
"Do you think I'll tell you the vault?"
Long Tianao looked at Ye Fan coldly and shouted: "Although I, Long Tianao, is not as skilled as others, it does not mean that I do not have pride."
Ye Fan smiled: "The old man in the straw hat also said this, but he ended up kneeling obediently."
"Then you see if you can let me tell the truth."
Long Tianao knew that he had no chance to shoot, so he simply threw Gatlin on the ground, then flashed out a knife and pressed his throat.
"No matter how fast or sharp your knife is, it is not as good as me."
"Don't ask about the secret of the vault, even if I kill me, I won't have a chance."
"In this world, I can only kill myself."
Long Tianao was both harsh and stern, and looked like he was ready to die:
"You can't defile my Long Tianao's iron bones."
Looking at Long Tianao's fierce and fearless look, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with a smile:
"I believe you are not afraid of death, and I also believe you have iron bones."
Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at the other party: "But I know even more, you are unwilling to accept it."
Long Tianao's aura was inexplicably stagnant. The corners of his mouth touched and looked at Ye Fan, wanting to say something but finally shut up.
Yes, he is not afraid of death, and can still commit suicide to protect his pride, but this still cannot conceal his unwillingness and his frustration.
As the head of the Alisha number, although its strength and skills are not as good as the twelve zodiac signs, they are still a prince.
But even though he was in charge of many resources, Ye Fan used Han Ziqi to force the gap, and then he was hit inside and outside to pinch his life.
One-tenth of his manpower, his mechanism, and his means have not been used yet.
Long Tianao is really unwilling to lose to Ye Fan like this.
"I'll give you a chance to turn the tables."
Ye Fan threw away the long sword in his hand, walked forward and walked to the front of the hot weapon. He reached out and took off a collection revolver.
Then, he found a box of bullets, took out one, and stuffed it in front of Long Tianao.
Ye Fan turned his fingers and the magazine turned.
Long Tianao's voice sank: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"
"I know in my heart that I'm very unwilling to lose to me."
Ye Fan saw through what Long Tianao thought:
"In your opinion, if you hadn't underestimated the enemy, you wouldn't have lost to me by holding on to many resources."
"If I hadn't been a conspiracy, you could use your manpower, institutions and connections to press me to the ground and rub me 100%."
"Now, I'll bet fairly and justly with you."
"I will take out the fruits of victory in this game and my life, and you will take out the secrets of Wuyi Lane Vault and your life."
"Let's play a Russian turntable with six chances and one live ammunition."
"Whoever falls, the other party will take away his bet."
"You are very cost-effective in this bet. I, the winner, use my life to bet on the vault you cannot hold. What's there to hesitate about?"
Ye Fan pulled over a table and two chairs, and then placed the revolver on the table.
Long Tianao stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "Are you betting on the Russian turntable with me?"
Ye Fan asked back: "Don't you dare?"
"Okay, I'll bet with you, I'll bet with you!"
Long Tianao took out a card and threw it on the table, took out a pen and wrote it on a piece of paper.
He was not worried that Ye Fan would go back on his word. He had no better choice at the end of the road, so he could only gamble with Ye Fan.
"The secret of the vault lies in this piece of paper and this card!"
Long Tianao still maintained his rationality: "To show your sincerity, you can fire this first shot first."
After all, the person who fires the gun first faces death.
"good!"
Ye Fan laughed loudly: "It's settled."
He didn't care whether Long Tianao's vault secret was true or not, and he picked up the revolver and shot it in the head.
"Click!"
With an empty sound, Ye Fan was intact.
Long Tianao is much more ferocious but stiff.
Not only did he not expect Ye Fan to be so decisive, but he did not expect that his inner madness would be cooled down by the sound of the striker.
Ye Fan threw the revolver to Long Tianao: "Mr. Long, it's your turn."
Long Tianao sat down in the chair, picked up the revolver and put it on his head.
Then, he suddenly closed his eyes, pursed his lips, twisted his facial features, and pulled his fingers hard to strike.
"Click~~"
With a slight sound of metal impact, Long Tianao was still sitting there, but his face turned pale and twisted.
The expected headshot scene did not appear, but Long Tianao could not be grateful. He only felt his back was completely wet.
"Mr. Long, you're lucky."
Ye Fan smiled and took the revolver back and shot him in the head.
Click!
The guns hit the air again.
Ye Fan looked at Long Tianao and smiled faintly: "My luck is also good."
When Ye Fan pushed the gun in front of Long Tianao, his pupils couldn't help but tighten.
His hand, which picked up the gun again, shook slightly.
Russian roulette is known as one of the world's cruel death games, and it is not enough to go back and forth at the gates of hell, but it has to go back and forth three times.
This is really hard to torment.
Unwillingness, anger, frustration, madness, hysteria, all dissipated like a tide at this moment.
Long Tianao had to admit that, not to mention anything else, he said that Ye Fan pulled the trigger twice without hesitation, and his courage was one street.
There is still a gap between him and Ye Fan after all.
After all, he is not as brave as he imagined.
Once the blood and anger cooled down, he still cherished his life very much.
Long Tianao began to feel frustrated and depressed, and he seemed to have used up his strength.
Ye Fan smiled and said with a stimulating sentence: "Mr. Long, why are you afraid?"
"Click!"
After being agitated by Ye Fan like this, Long Tianao regained his courage, gritted his teeth and picked up the gun and shot it at his head.
Another empty gun rang out.
Long Tianao was stunned for a moment and didn't react, then roared in joy:
"Not dead? None dead? I'm not dead?"
Long Tianao almost burst into tears, happy and glad for his escape from death.
But his excitement was quickly frozen and castrated.
Because Ye Fan picked up the revolver and pulled the fifth shot into his head.
"Click--"
Another brittle sound of a metal striker.
Ye Fan was safe and sound.
Long Tianao's joy that had just soared, suddenly sank to the bottom of despair.