Ignition (5)

As someone who kept his eyes and ears open, Fu Qian had naturally seen the entire altercation unfold.

Just as Catherine swayed her slender waist, set down a plate of pan-seared beef short ribs, and prepared to leave, the customer who had long been infatuated with her finally couldn't resist giving her pert backside a squeeze.

Catherine was quite the fierce one. From the moment she reacted to the moment she turned and struck, less than a second had passed.

That resounding slap sent the balding man reeling, and cries of shock filled the restaurant.

Of course, he wasn't a pushover either. After a brief moment of shock, he looked furious, reached for his waist, and drew a weapon in an iaijutsu stance.

Wasn't that equipment a little too lethal?

Looking at the thing in the man's hand, Fu Qian furrowed his brows.

It was compact, but there was no doubt it was beyond the category of a handgun.

One could reasonably believe that a light pull of the trigger would unleash an astonishing rate of fire, easily tearing an ordinary person to shreds.

Fortunately, the man didn't seem about to pull it. He merely snorted and pressed it against the beautiful waitress's forehead.

At the same time, he pointed at his own face with his other hand, daring her to slap him again.

Of course, the beautiful waitress wasn't ordinary either.

Faced with a threat at such close range, Catherine didn't strike again.

The next moment, her crimson lips stretched open unnaturally wide.

The force was so great that they tore from the corners of her mouth, through her jaw, and even into her skull. Red and white mingled in a hideous sight.

The next moment, her mouth, stretched to almost a hundred and eighty degrees, swallowed the man's