At the moment Fu Qian pulled the trigger, Felix's reaction was quite complex.
Last time Fu Qian did the same thing, Felix had been startled by an empty shot followed by anger born of embarrassment.
But at this moment, he was desperately hoping that once again, there would be no bullet.
Unfortunately, with a bang, a rust-colored brilliance escaped from the barrel and solidly hit his abdomen.
Felix let out a scream instantly.
From the weapons just now, it was clear that he was built for agility, and his body was nowhere near resistant enough to withstand a special bullet.
And amid the severe pain in his abdomen, the memory of Fu Qian kicking him over echoed ceaselessly in Felix's mind.
Even if he was weak, he was still an old-timer who could hold a class.
Even though he was reluctant to admit it, Felix deeply realized that the person before him was far beyond his ability to contend with.
In the bar, Tieer had been saving him... and it wasn't just to let him save face...