Ye Li coughed, "There is a target a hundred meters away. Blindfold yourself, and if you hit the bullseye ten times, I'll let you in."
Hearing this, Mu Xingzhi tilted his body slightly, his peach blossom-like eyes half-closed as he gave Ye Li a "Are you sure?" look.
Ye Li considered whether he had been a bit too harsh.
He quickly compromised, "Actually, even without being blindfolded..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mu Xingzhi took two steps forward.
Then he slowly reached out and blindfolded himself with a black cloth, stood in front of the target, and held the gun in his hands in a carefree manner, weighing it twice. The gunmetal gleamed black, offsetting his fingers and making them look particularly beautiful.
As Ye Li and the others were thinking about why he hadn't started yet, they heard—
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
Ten gunshots.
Mu Xingzhi tossed the gun to the side table with a "clack" and removed the black cloth from his eyes with one hand.