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

"Mr. Fang, are you alright? What happened here?"


After the dust had settled, Wen Li finally rushed over upon hearing the news, only to be startled by the carnage strewn across the floor.


"Nothing much, someone came to me just now and said they wanted to play a game with me—"


"Also, there's a maid who fainted in my room, you might want to have someone check on her, and it's best to take her for a gastroscopy."


Wen Li, obviously confused by what she heard, instructed someone to go to Fu Qian's room then pulled Fu Qian aside to talk privately.


Fu Qian briefly recounted what had happened but concealed some details, merely noting someone had controlled the maid to attack him.


In fact, from the very beginning, Fu Qian hadn't trusted what that person had said at all.


Showing up so promptly to propose a game, ninety-nine percent likely, was an attempt to test him.


Chapter 113: The Hunter's Thirst for Blood (13)_1