Chapter 443 Wasteland (5)

It's a good thing to have a distinct personality, but if it's too distinct, you'll easily get beaten up.

At this moment, Fu Qian's behavior of adding fuel to the fire without hesitation made a group of viewers stunned.

Although most people only know this newbie's name, Fu Qian's words and deeds are really different from what they imagined.

If nothing else, his character is simply bad.

Could it be that Siren's people simply couldn't stand his character and fired him?

Although the possibility is extremely small, many people can't help but come up with such an idea.

"act recklessly!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the man in leather clothes was obviously a little confused.

I thought this guy was a newbie who didn't know anything, and wanted to coax and scare him to get some information, but he didn't expect that You Yan Bu would reach this level.

"As a senior, I think it is necessary to teach you some principles of survival in the wasteland."

The man in the leather jacket was obviously not a man of faith, as he had a shiny finger on his hand as he spoke.

Not only did he not hide it, he even deliberately waved it in front of Fu Qian's eyes, then showed a hint of a sinister smile.

It is obvious that this person understands the essence of indoor fighting and has a complete set of props.

Unfortunately, the next moment, a black barrel was pointed at him.

…

He never expected that Fu Qian would draw a gun directly in such a place. Faced with the continuous escalation of the conflict, the audience reacted greatly, holding cups and retreating to make room for the two of them.

"Lesson 1, bluffing is of no use to an experienced player."

Regarding Fu Qian's actions, the man in leather clothes sneered, looking very disdainful.

"I bet you don't dare-"

Click!

Before he finished speaking, Fu Qian pulled the trigger.

At that moment, the leather-clad man showed incredible flexibility and moved aside almost reflexively.

It was obvious that this person was disdainful on the surface, but in fact he was keeping an eye on Fuzen's hand movements in order to respond immediately.

Unfortunately, the next moment he realized that there was no fire coming out of the muzzle, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"No--"

Fu Qian retracted his hand and blew the gun leisurely.

"Don't you dare bet."

…

There was silence all over the place, and the face of the man in leather had completely turned the color of pig liver.

If it was just a fight of spirits and he wanted to teach this boy a lesson, now he really had murderous intentions.

The group of people around them were all experienced in the battlefield, and they could clearly feel the difference. The space left for the two of them suddenly became larger.

"Felix, you know the price of fighting here!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of hand, Nora on the side spoke coldly.

From the moment when the leather-clad man came forward, she sat still and didn't move. It was obvious that she was not afraid of this man.

Of course, she did not stop the previous conflict. In her opinion, the young man in front of her was really bad and there was nothing wrong with teaching him a lesson.

But now that she saw that Felix was really murderous, she finally spoke.

…

It was obvious that Nora’s words had some effect.

When he heard the word "price", the furious Felix visibly hesitated, and the boiling murderous aura in his body stopped.

"Do you want to protect this kid?"

But it was obviously difficult for Felix to just swallow this breath, and the next moment he directly pointed the finger at Nora.

"I'm overthinking it. I'm not interested in protecting anyone. I'm just reminding you casually."

But Noila looked too lazy to talk nonsense, and turned her head and glanced in front of her.

At this moment, this guy was actually playing with the pistol with a serious face, not paying any attention to the death threat in front of him.

It can only be said that such a reckless master is rare.

"Now that I've been reminded, you continue."

Noila didn’t say anything more, she just stood up and left after finishing her sentence.

…

Nora left so neatly, and Felix was left hanging there again, his face turning red and white for a while.

This man was obviously in a bad mood and had no interest in giving him the opportunity to use the donkey on the slope.

But now his initial rage had passed, and thinking of the consequences of killing people here, he was a little discouraged for a while.

The key is that the guy opposite is still fiddling with the weapon in his hand seriously, without even looking at himself.

With such a contemptuous attitude, it would be a bit cowardly for him to leave with such harsh words.

"alright."

In the awkward moment, a thick voice came from the bar.

The speaker was an older man with heavy nasolabial folds, his gray hair was meticulously trimmed, and his clothes were neatly dressed.

"Don't disturb everyone's rare moment of relaxation."

This person's voice is not very loud, but it is extremely clear, and there is an inexplicable majesty in his words, which makes people want to follow him involuntarily.

"Tyr!"

Felix obviously knew this guy.

"Since you said so..."

The next moment, he snorted and turned around to leave, as if he was trying to sell you some thin noodles.

A subconscious intuition made Felix deliberately keep his words vague, without adding those common words such as "leave this boy alone for now".

Because he vaguely felt that if he really said that, the kid sitting there would probably say something like "No need to let go, just beat him to death" or something like that.

The scene will undoubtedly be very tense by then.

…

Felix's sad departure brought an unexpected good show to an abrupt end.

It could be seen that the people present were very disappointed.

But Tire, who spoke last, seemed to have high prestige here, and no one came to him to express their dissatisfaction.

At this time, Fu Qian finally finished tinkering with his weapons.

The empty space in the bomb nest just now was not something he dug out temporarily.

After first discovering that he had blasted his head with a gun, he had left it empty instead of filling it.

This is a method learned from cowboys, because old-fashioned revolvers have no safety, and if the bullets are fully loaded, it is easy to shoot yourself in the thigh if accidentally fired.

It would be even more tragic if bad luck hits one's life.

Maybe it’s not a tragedy. After all, it’s possible that the chance of survival is actually higher?

"A very good weapon!"

At this moment, his eyes dimmed, but it was the old man Tire. He finished his drink and sat over, looking at the gun in Fu Qian's hand.

"you flatter me."

Fu Qian nodded, understanding why this person had such a tone.

Because things like firearms are very special in this world.

Their manufacture and use are subject to extremely strict management by the night watchmen.

Except for a few authorized institutions, private manufacturing is a felony among felonies, so the price is extremely expensive.

It is said that many people protested in the early days, believing that this made ordinary people even less able to resist in the face of extraordinary beings. Unfortunately, the night keeper was not moved at all and implemented this policy in an almost iron-blooded way.

"Thank you for helping me out."

While thinking about it, Fu Qian expressed his gratitude to Tier for his actions just now.

"This is completely unnecessary."

Tier, however, waved his hands calmly and looked at Fu Qian's face.

"I just stopped Felix from committing suicide."