Within seven steps, a gun was fast and accurate.
Against a gunman on full alert, Fu Qian had no confidence in disarming him barehanded.
Even a thrown knife couldn't be faster than his opponent.
At the same time, he wasn't naive enough to think he could stop Stan from attacking with mere words.
Because of his actions, this world was taking every opportunity to strangle him.
The perfect coordination between Stan and Media just now had proved as much.
There was no way they could have been so in sync without some kind of prompt guiding them.
Of course, he had been guiding them, too.
From the very beginning, Fu Qian's strategy hadn't been limited to buying time.
He had untied Media just now to leave an opening for "it" to make a move.
As it turned out, the ploy had worked well.
Stan, Media, and Fu Qian had all seized their opportunities.
He had thrown the knife while dodging with all his might. His arm was undoubtedly ruined, but he was satisfied with the result.
"See? I wasn't lying. Here's the proof."
After confiscating Stan's weapon, Fu Qian took a photograph from the terrified Media and held it out in front of the sheriff.
"This is..."
His lethal strike had missed, and now he had lost his weapon. Stan's confidence had clearly plummeted.
Fear of death made him press his wound tightly, doing everything he could to stop the bleeding.
Even so, he couldn't help lowering his head to look at the photograph Fu Qian had tossed over.
The picture of the three of them had clearly dealt him a severe mental blow.
Joseph, who was supposed to be dead, was with Daniel?
And this woman was there, too?
"What the hell is going on?"
Unable to make sense