Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Fu Qian concealed his breath as he silently observed what lay ahead.


Before him stood the Night Watchmen Base.


After parting ways with Wen Li, he did not return to his bookstore but came back to this place once again.


It was already dark, yet the Night Watchmen Base was still brightly lit.


People could be seen constantly entering and leaving, even more frantic than during the day.


This indicated that the incident at the banquet had already reached here, setting this massive organization into motion.


Fu Qian touched his face, his facial muscles swiftly adjusting.


Of course, he was not there just to watch the fuss.


The more the Night Watchman worked overtime, the closer he was to mission failure.


Passive waiting had never been his style; taking the initiative was the right path.


As The Art of War states, create confusion to catch fish in muddy waters.


Chapter 107: The Hunter's Thirst for Blood (Part Seven)_1