For a moment, Fu Qian seemed to understand why his senior, Chie Kisaragi, had chosen to become a second-rate fortune-teller.
At that moment, his first-rate charlatan act had demonstrated undeniable professional skill, but it clearly hadn't made his client any happier.
Not only that, the beautifully crafted desk in front of him had already been riddled with several holes by the Night Watcher, wood dust drifting quietly to the floor.
In her other hand, she had already drawn the oversized revolver again.
"You're right. I'm a supernatural being."
Facing the barrel, which seemed ready to erupt in fury at any moment, Fu Qian thought briefly, then added fuel to the fire.
Clang~
It seemed that all experts had their quirks. The Night Watcher, who was roughly a Fourth-Tier powerhouse, suddenly swung her gun around and hurled it at Fu Qian's face like a melee weapon.
Winona clearly still believed what Fu Qian had said. After all, if he were an ordinary person, a blow like that would probably have shattered his face.
But faced with such an attack, Fu Qian sat right where he was, making no move even as the wind from the swing brushed his face.
The crisp metallic clash had come from a gleaming short knife.
Just before Fu Qian's face was about to be smashed, a flash of cold steel appeared and stopped Winona's weapon in its tracks.
"Why did you stop me?"
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Winona was startled, but didn't do anything more dramatic. Instead, she immediately looked at the figure who had appeared beside her.
Fu Qian did the same.
Tall and expressionless, the middle-aged man wore black gloves.
Besides the short knife holding Winona's weapon at bay, he held another matching one, pointing it at Fu