Ye Fan curled the corner of his mouth into a slight smile, "Since we're going to play, let's make it exciting." After he spoke, he twisted his head to look at the target range manager, who stepped forward with understanding.
Ye Fan gave a few instructions to the manager, which everyone on site also heard. Zhu Jun's face changed slightly, "Ye Fan, don't go too far."
With a bit of a sinister smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, Ye Fan said to Li Feng, "If you're scared, just say it. I won't make fun of you."
Li Feng raised his eyes to look at Ye Fan. This guy was really audacious.
With a cold snort, he said, "I've already said, whatever game you want to play, I'll keep you company."
"Hey, that's great, I'm starting to appreciate you."
While they were talking, the manager had already taken ten guns out of the cabinet—various kinds, both long and short—and had also brought over two tables, each placed within the target range.
