At this moment, Ouyang Yuande finally understood what the "revolver of death" was. The revolver had a total of six bullets in its magazine and only held one bullet, which meant that the chance of being shot was one-sixth.
But who knows whether that sixth shot was the first shot, or the last shot, or perhaps a random shot?
Compared to being chopped into pieces of meat or broken into pieces, this "carousel of death" is more torturous.
Death is not terrible, but the moment of waiting for death is the most terrible and painful.
As a result, Ouyang Yuande became so angry that he cursed angrily: "Ye Fan, if you are a man, just give us a good time, you are playing bullshit 'reel of death', you just want to play with us! Tease us!"
us!"
"That's right! I just want to tease you! What's wrong? Isn't it okay?"
Ye Fan spread his hands and said jokingly.
Ouyang Dong also cursed angrily: "Ye Fan, our lives are ours, we don't allow you to play with our lives!"
At this time, Ye Fan shook his head and said coldly: "You are wrong, your fate is up to me! If I want you to live, you will live. If I want you to die, you will die!"
"You...you bastard!"
Ouyang Dong was so angry that he retorted and cursed on the spot.
What waited for him was Lin Han's ruthless feet.
Lin Han kicked him hard and cursed fiercely: "You bastard! Be polite to Brother Fan, or I'll beat you to death!"
"hateful--"
Ouyang Dong was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver, but he dared not speak out in his heart.
"Lin Han! Before the game starts, tie them up first to prevent them from escaping." Ye Fan ordered calmly.
"okay--"
Lin Han nodded, then tied up Ouyang Yuande and his son, and tied them tightly with ropes.
Although Ouyang Yuande and the others struggled hard, facing the A-level killer Lin Han, any of their struggles were in vain.
"Ye Fan, you have the guts to kill us! Don't play such boring games!"
Ouyang Yuande felt that he had been humiliated by his personality. The waiting for death was painful, but Ye Fan just used this to tease them.
"Is the game boring?" A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. The next second, he put a bullet into the bullet chute and then gently twisted the turntable.
"Click——"
He saw the turntable rotating rapidly, and the next second, with a flick of his wrist, the turntable was directly installed into the revolver.
At this time, Ye Fan was holding a revolver, and the cold muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against Ouyang Yuande's forehead.
"Shua——"
Suddenly, Ouyang Yuande's face, which was still very tough just now, changed drastically, and his whole person became panicked.
"Ye Fan, you...what do you want to do? You...you must warn you, you must not mess around..."
Ouyang Yuande was so frightened that he peed. He was not at all as majestic as before.
At this time, Ye Fan smiled playfully and said lightly: "Master Ouyang, didn't you just say that this game is boring? Let me ask you now, is this game... boring?"
"No...it's not boring! It's not boring at all, it's...it's fun!"
Ouyang Yuande was so frightened that he quickly shook his head in denial.
Who knew that Ye Fan's next words would almost scare him so much that he thought he was about to have a heart attack.