The road to rights protection isn't easy, and the atmosphere was very tense at that moment.
Theoretically, the situation ahead was thorny and deadlocked at every turn, a slight mistake could trigger a battle scene, and most likely, I would shatter at a touch.
However, in defending his rights, Fu Qian showed incredible persistence, even willing to resort to force, confronting head-on.
The revolver was cold and heavy, and without intentional force, it reverberated on the table.
Zhen undoubtedly noticed this, her gaze momentarily fixed on it, leading to the current standoff.
In Fu Qian's view, he could clearly see the wooden handle of the cleaning tool in her hand, already cracked under her grip.
Given the current physique, Fu Qian didn't believe his skull could fare any better.
Meanwhile, though the revolver was reliable, how much damage it could inflict on an opponent of such physique was truly doubtful—but Zhen had no such doubts.
"Sorry... could I get you another drink?"
