Madman.
Mu Yuyan looked at Ye Fan, thinking of him as a madman. Does a normal person play like this?
"Okay."
Li Feng had no objections, and it was the first time the manager had seen such a game. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, but he couldn't utter a word against it and directly brought over two black cloths.
Ye Fan looked at Mu Yuyan, his lips curling into a smirk as he said, "Make sure to tie it tight; if you don't and I can see, he might indeed lose his head if he loses."
"Of course, if you are falling for me, then tie mine a little loose. After I deal with him, you'll be mine."
With gritted teeth, Mu Yuyan tightly tied the black cloth around Ye Fan's head, while Zhu Jun did the same for Li Feng.
"Tying it so tight, you're quite ruthless, beautiful."
Ye Fan continued his flattery, standing aside, Zhu Jun said, "Let's start with the gun disassembly."
