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's overly sharp manner of communication clearly left Ms. Nightingale somewhat at a loss. For a moment, even her polite expression faltered as she stared directly at Fu Qian and asked.


"You seemed a bit disappointed earlier... because your client was not troubled by the Nightmare."


Fu Qian made no effort to conceal his look of disappointment about this.


"Judging by the level of discernment you showed in selecting wine, I thought we wouldn't need to waste this kind of time."


It was as though some unspeakable secret buried deep within her was suddenly exposed. Ms. Nightingale visibly flinched, her voice carrying a trace of sharpness.


"I was hired to confirm the condition; anything else has nothing to do with me."


"Seizing assets, romantic entanglements, bloodline vengeance... I don't care about your reasons. But if you want to get what you need from me, you should at least adhere to principles of honesty and fairness."


Chapter 1263: Loss of Image (7)