Having a distinct personality was a good thing, but being too distinctive was a good way to get beaten up.
At that moment, Fu Qian's shameless attempt to pour fuel on the fire left the crowd of onlookers utterly dumbfounded.
Most people only knew the newcomer's name, but Fu Qian's words and actions were completely at odds with what they had imagined.
For one thing, his personality was downright awful.
Could the people at Siren have fired him simply because they couldn't stand his personality?
The odds were slim, but quite a few people couldn't help entertaining the thought.
"You're asking for it!"
With all eyes on him, the leather-jacketed man was clearly struggling to save face.
He'd thought this guy was a clueless rookie and hoped to scare or sweet-talk some information out of him. He hadn't expected him to be so stubborn.
"As your senior, I think I ought to teach you a few lessons about surviving in the wasteland."
The leather-jacketed man was clearly no saint. As he spoke, a gleaming knuckle duster appeared in his hand.
He made no effort to hide it. In fact, he deliberately waved it in front of Fu Qian, then flashed a vicious grin.
Clearly, he knew all the tricks of a barroom brawl—and came well equipped.
Unfortunately, the next moment, a pitch-black gun barrel was pointed at him.
No one had expected Fu Qian to pull a gun right there. As the confrontation escalated one step after another, the onlookers reacted in force, retreating with their drinks to make room for the two men.
"Lesson one: bluster doesn't work on veterans."
The leather-jacketed man only sneered at Fu Qian's move, looking thoroughly contemptuous.
"I bet you don't dare—"
Click!
Before he could finish, Fu Qian pulled the trigger.
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