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

So, this is where we give up on treatment, huh.


The changes happening nearby didn't escape Fu Qian's notice. He was acutely aware that something inside Brain Fork Brother's gut was undergoing daily transformations.


It had even reached the verge of some sort of qualitative change by now.


The problem was, Fu Qian doubted Reginald's ability to perceive this.


His earlier words seemed more like a pure distraction tactic.


Which meant that this relatively brutal fellow was still bound by principles and disagreed with Fu Qian's plan.


Moreover, the highest degree of "extra steps" he was willing to take had already been attempted by Fu Qian.


With no results to show for it, this project was likely approaching its end.


But Fu Mou had burned the candle at both ends to get to this point. How could he let it end so easily?


"Don't tell me you guys have a problem with this? Aren't desk-job types supposed to be more ruthless?"


Chapter 1250: Feint to the East, Attack in the West