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

The ways of the world and the hearts of men are all wondrous; just now, my strenuous efforts had provoked no reaction, but it was at this moment that something emerged.


Walking in the night, Fu Qian felt the gaze from behind and sighed inwardly.


Jiang En's recent tragic fate was even worse than Tyler's, and it was indeed Fu Qian's intention.


Including the initial lack of effort to conceal his tracks.


The main reason was the discovery at the meeting just now, which seemed too much like fate.


In Fu Qian's judgement, whatever the motivation, the chances of those people arranging such an ordeal for Jiang En without setting up real-time surveillance were slim.


Yet, after all his efforts just now, there was surprisingly no particular reaction.


It seemed that in the house of the fallen genius, there truly was only him.


At the time, Fu Qian was somewhat surprised.


Now it seemed, his initial judgement had been correct.


Chapter 891: Rotten Flesh (12)