Seeing the muscular man closest to her, his eyes burst with crazy desire. He walked towards her slowly, roughly dragged her out of the corner, then grabbed her legs and spread them apart forcefully...
Yang Mufan stood in the private room, watching Mu Wanqing keep struggling and kicking the muscular man. She tried her best, but still couldn't break free. The sound speaker in the private room was activated, and she heard Mu Wanqing's frightened screams.
The message was stronger than a while ago, admiring Fan's gloomy eyes, so angry that he almost sprayed out blazing fire.
Especially when he saw the muscular man leaning down to kiss Mu Wanqing, but she bit off a piece of flesh alive. The muscular man screamed in pain and slapped her on the face with his backhand.
Mu Wanqing almost fainted from being slapped, and she lay motionless on the sofa bed. Dark red blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, staining the snow-white sofa with a dazzling scarlet red.
Yang Mufan's emotions were completely out of control. His chest was heaving violently. From the corner of his eye, he saw two bodyguards carrying the dart rack in. He gritted his teeth and asked, "How do you play?!"
Tianmuz, seeing Yang Mufan finally speaking, raised his hand.
The ten muscular men in Mu Wanqing's private room finally calmed down.
The heart that was hanging high in admiration for Van Gogh dropped a little.
In fact, if Mu Wanqing remained unconscious, he wouldn't feel that uncomfortable. Even if she was really defiled, he wouldn't care.
However, he had to admit that Tianmu Z's temperament was quite cruel and perverted.
Knowing that he couldn't bear Mu Wanqing's frightened and desperate screams, he deliberately woke her up...
"Mr. Yang, if you nod earlier, Mu Wanqing won't have to be frightened. She might still be sleeping soundly now. Why are you so stubborn?!" Tian Muz sneered coldly and turned to look at the dart stand.
, he said quietly, "The rules are very simple. There are three darts inserted on the turntable. Mr. Yang only needs to knock them out one by one, and you will pass."
Yang Mufan looked at the darts stuck in the dart board and sneered coldly: "You are showing off this kind of thing in front of me?!"
"Don't be too happy too soon." Tianmu Z smiled coldly and took a leisurely sip of red wine. He then added, "The turntable will run at the fastest speed. Mr. Yang, it's best to remember the arc of the darts when they are running. Don't
Take it easy, because you only have three chances. Ah, I forgot to tell you. I will have to cover my eyes for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tianmuz signaled the bodyguard to activate the dart rack.
The round target immediately began to move rapidly.
Standing on the side of the sky screen, Lone Ying saw the target moving and couldn't see the dart stuck on it at all. He turned to look at Yang Mufan who was standing ten meters away from the target and was carefully watching the rapid rotation.
The target, Gu Ying's sharp eyebrows, couldn't help but frown deeply.
Not to mention, the target is moving at high speed and the darts cannot be seen.
Even if you can see it, so what?! The dart is here this second and there the next second, plus there is a centripetal force.
It is simply impossible to hit the dart.
What's more, you have to cover your eyes.
In the private room, after ten seconds of silence, Tianmuz asked quietly: "Mr. Yang, how is the observation going?! Can you blindfold your eyes?!"
When two bodyguards came forward with black cloth strips and tried to cover his eyes, Yang Mufan suddenly turned his back to the dart rack and slowly arranged the three darts neatly between the fingers of his right hand. At the same time, he held his breath
Breathing, he listened carefully to the sound of the target disc making a "buzz" sound. When no one understood his intention and had no psychological preparation, he suddenly raised his hand and with a reflex, the dart flew quickly towards the target.
…
Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh - Seeing the muscular man closest to her, his eyes burst with crazy lust and fire, he walked towards her slowly, roughly dragged her out from the corner, then grabbed her legs and separated them forcefully.
…
Yang Mufan stood in the private room, watching Mu Wanqing keep struggling and kicking the muscular man. She tried her best, but still couldn't break free. The sound speaker in the private room was activated, and she heard Mu Wanqing's frightened screams.
The message was stronger than a while ago, admiring Fan's gloomy eyes, so angry that he almost sprayed out blazing fire.
Especially when he saw the muscular man leaning down to kiss Mu Wanqing, but she bit off a piece of flesh alive. The muscular man screamed in pain and slapped her on the face with his backhand.
Mu Wanqing almost fainted from being slapped, and she lay motionless on the sofa bed. Dark red blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, staining the snow-white sofa with a dazzling scarlet red.
Yang Mufan's emotions were completely out of control. His chest was heaving violently. From the corner of his eye, he saw two bodyguards carrying the dart rack in. He gritted his teeth and asked, "How do you play?!"
Tianmuz, seeing Yang Mufan finally speaking, raised his hand.
The ten muscular men in Mu Wanqing's private room finally calmed down.
The heart that was hanging high in admiration for Van Gogh dropped a little.
In fact, if Mu Wanqing remained unconscious, he wouldn't feel that uncomfortable. Even if she was really defiled, he wouldn't care.
However, he had to admit that Tianmu Z's temperament was quite cruel and perverted.
Knowing that he couldn't bear Mu Wanqing's frightened and desperate screams, he deliberately woke her up...
"Mr. Yang, if you nod earlier, Mu Wanqing won't have to be frightened. She might still be sleeping soundly now. Why are you so stubborn?!" Tian Muz sneered coldly and turned to look at the dart stand.
, he said quietly, "The rules are very simple. There are three darts inserted on the turntable. Mr. Yang only needs to knock them out one by one, and you will pass."
Yang Mufan looked at the darts stuck in the dart board and sneered coldly: "You are showing off this kind of thing in front of me?!"
"Don't be too happy too soon." Tianmu Z smiled coldly and took a leisurely sip of red wine. He then added, "The turntable will run at the fastest speed. Mr. Yang, it's best to remember the arc of the darts when they are running. Don't
Take it easy, because you only have three chances. Ah, I forgot to tell you. I will have to cover my eyes for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tianmuz signaled the bodyguard to activate the dart rack.
The round target immediately began to move rapidly.
Standing on the side of the sky screen, Lone Ying saw the target moving and couldn't see the dart stuck on it at all. He turned to look at Yang Mufan who was standing ten meters away from the target and was carefully watching the rapid rotation.
The target, Gu Ying's sharp eyebrows, couldn't help but frown deeply.
Not to mention, the target is moving at high speed and the darts cannot be seen.
Even if you can see it, so what?! The dart is here this second and there the next second, plus there is a centripetal force.
It is simply impossible to hit the dart.
What's more, you have to cover your eyes.
In the private room, after ten seconds of silence, Tianmuz asked quietly: "Mr. Yang, how is the observation going?! Can you blindfold your eyes?!"
When two bodyguards came forward with black cloth strips and tried to cover his eyes, Yang Mufan suddenly turned his back to the dart rack and slowly arranged the three darts neatly between the fingers of his right hand. At the same time, he held his breath
Breathing, he listened carefully to the sound of the target disc making a "buzz" sound. When no one understood his intention and had no psychological preparation, he suddenly raised his hand and with a reflex, the dart flew quickly towards the target.
