The instant Fu Qian pulled the trigger, Felix's reaction was rather complicated.
The last time Fu Qian had done the same thing, Felix had been startled by the empty shot, then flew into a rage out of embarrassment.
But at that very moment, he was desperately hoping the gun would be empty again.
Unfortunately, with a bang, a rusty-red streak of light shot from the muzzle and struck him squarely in the abdomen.
Felix let out a scream.
His weapon from earlier made it clear that he was an agility-type fighter. His body was nowhere near tough enough to withstand a specially made bullet.
Amid the agony in his abdomen, the kick Fu Qian had used to knock him over kept replaying in Felix's mind.
No matter how weak he was, he was still an old hand in Jianghu—someone capable of teaching a class.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, Felix knew full well that the man before him was far beyond anything he could contend with.
At the bar, Tir had been saving him... He hadn't just been giving him a way to save face...
The moment he realized this, Felix was overwhelmed with regret.
What was worst of all was that after narrowly escaping death, he had gone and provoked the man again of his own accord.
But in the next instant, Felix suppressed those feelings.
From their previous encounters, he didn't think begging would move this bastard to show mercy. Better to face it like a man.
"You'd better kill me today. Otherwise, one day, I'll make you regret it."
The next moment, he steeled himself and spat out a classic line through gritted teeth.
But even with death on the table, his eyebrows still twitched uncontrollably as he spoke.
Yet the response he