The road to standing up for your rights wasn't easy. The atmosphere grew tense in that moment.
In theory, the situation before him was a minefield with dead ends on every side. One wrong move could trigger a fight scene, and he would most likely shatter at the slightest touch.
Yet when it came to defending his rights, Fu Qian showed astonishing resolve, even resorting to force and meeting her head-on.
The pistol was cold and heavy. He didn't need to press hard to make it clack against the tabletop.
Jane had obviously noticed. Her gaze had even lingered on it for a moment, leading to the standoff now unfolding.
From where Fu Qian stood, he could clearly see that the wooden handle of the cleaning tool in her hand had developed distinct cracks from her grip.
Given his current constitution, Fu Qian didn't think his skull would fare any better.
At the same time, although revolvers were reliable, it was hard to say how much damage one could do to an opponent with this kind of constitution—even after a successful shot. Jane, however, had no such doubts.
"Sorry... Could I get you another cup?"
At some point, faced with the dark muzzle, Jane admitted she'd made a mistake at work and offered a solution.
The air, which had seemed on the verge of freezing solid, finally loosened.
Not bad.
His rights had finally been upheld. Fu Qian nodded silently to himself, then set the lump of ice on the table.
Calling what had just happened a tightrope walk would be an understatement. Anyone with any sense would most likely disapprove of provoking her like that—but he'd gone out of his way to create this opportunity.
The situation before him had come about because he'd noticed something amiss and