The road to protecting rights was not easy, and the atmosphere was very stiff at that moment.

Theoretically, the situation in front of you can be said to be dead ends everywhere. If you are not careful, you will trigger the battle scene, and you will most likely be broken when you touch it.

However, Fu Qian showed amazing persistence in protecting his own rights and interests, and even used force to confront him.

The pistol is cold and heavy, and it does not require deliberate force to make a sound on the table.

Zhen undoubtedly noticed this, so that his eyes briefly condensed on it, and then there was a confrontation at this moment.

In Fu Qian's vision, he could clearly see that the wooden handles of the cleaning tools in her hand were pinched out of clear cracks.

With his physique at this moment, Fu Qian didn't think his brain could perform better than this.

At the same time, although the revolver is reliable, it is really doubtful how much damage it can cause to opponents with this physique after successful activation - but Zhen is not doubtful.

"Sorry... Can I change another drink for you?"

At one moment, facing the black gun, Jen admitted his work mistakes and proposed a solution.

It seemed that the air that was about to condense finally relaxed.

...

good.

His own rights and interests must be protected. At that moment, Fu Qian nodded silently in his heart and finally put the lump of ice on the table.

It can no longer be described as walking a tightrope just now. Anyone who is still rational may not agree with this anger behavior - but this opportunity to anger is specially obtained.

The reason why there is a situation in front of me is that I discovered something strange and tested it.

At this moment, the test is a great success, but the value of exploitation is still far from that. It is not just a saying in the danger of wealth and honor.

In Fu Qian's opinion, there is really a way to achieve wealth.

The risk is a little bit greater, but it can indeed make more profits.

Although waiter Zhen was thrilling all the way, whether she wanted to clean up with tools or the curtains needed to be opened with her hands, it seemed to prove one thing in front of her that although she was in the "internal world", her own thinking logic still maintained an ordinary state.

It’s hard to say whether it’s good or bad, but you don’t know it yourself. This is often a more terrifying situation.

If you are unaware of it, you may hurt others if you sneeze.

But if she realizes it, she may turn crazy when her mentality collapses.

It is very tricky, but it also provides an opportunity - not realizing your own horror is easy to be hurt by mistake, but it will also make incorrect assessments of the opponent's lethality.

She was worried about whether metal bullets could shoot her in the head, but Jane was not worried.

She almost freezes half of her body into ice, but she is still the mind of ordinary people, so conventional weapons can deter her.

This is a racing game.

Regardless of whether I was really enjoying breakfast just now, I never forgot this before paying.

So when the other party showed his fierce appearance, he actually did not waste every sentence after coming out of the kitchen. Fu Qian confirmed Zhen's mental state most efficiently and decided to play the villain to the end. Now it is the same-

"Can't."

How can a villain stop when he sees it? Easily accepting conditions will only arouse the opponent's contempt and even alertness, thus questioning the previous performance.

"Tell me who ordered my cup of milk in advance?"

Human nature is like this. Fu Qian has no intention of being harsh, but directly blames the guest who may have been earlier.

Although what he said is almost contradictory in logic, it also further reflects the domineering attitude of not wanting to let the other party go.

"But, there is really no one... I just came to work, and there are very few people who can drink iced milk in the morning..."

I never expected it to be so difficult. For Zhen, the situation in front of him seemed to be beyond control.

The bloodstained face was filled with embarrassment, and the wooden handle in her hand was twisted unconsciously by her.

"Oh? How many?"

Fu Qian had no expression and gently stroked his fingers next to the board machine.

It is both a deterrent and also a try to move as much as possible and keep in charge.

The temperature of the ice was really low, and the left hand he took just now had almost lost the ability to pull the trigger.

"It's rare, basically just a few specific people - Mr. Hack!"

He still refused to let him go. Zhen, under pressure, was obviously trapped in painful memories.

Then one moment she thought of something and turned to look opposite Fu Qian.

"It's Huck, he sits here every day... He's coming very early today, and he's arrived when I arrived."

...

Zhen’s answer...the amount of information is undoubtedly a bit large, and so is the degree of chaos.

Hack? His own partner?

The same name is also a favorite to drink milk, and the probability of pure coincidence is really small.

But if it was him, it would obviously not match his own experience.

Because he was late as a newcomer, Huck drove to pick him up and then came here together. How could he order a glass of milk first?

But if you ignore this unreasonable point and assume that it is true, it just happened that someone ordered milk first and it would not seem so outrageous...

"He's alone?"

His tone was not fluctuating. Fu Qian neither restrained his attitude because the other party was a policeman nor did he hide his distrust.

"Yes... I seemed to have forgotten this before."

Under the powerful pressure, Zhen was already looking away unconsciously.

"But I ordered it and didn't drink it?"

Fu Qian recalled Huck's actions of tasting milk.

"Yes... the person disappeared without saying hello, and he was still chatting in front of him."

Interesting, there is something like this.

Fu Qian did not continue to ask again, giving the other party a little "respite".

According to Jen's description, one can imagine a picture, that is, Mr. Huck, who has been around for decades, suddenly arrived here earlier one day.

I ordered a drink and talked to Zhen for a while, but when the other party was ready to take it out, I left first.

It's not like coming here for breakfast.

"So what did he talk to you?"

It was enough five seconds to rest, and Fu Qian continued to ask.

"Well... he asked me if there was a pair of strange young people who had come."

The great memory technique seemed very effective. After a moment of thinking, Zhen thought about it, and then he thought of more.

...

Huck came first and asked if there were any strangers?

Needless to say, it is almost certainly the missing person mentioned just now.

But such behavior seems more abstract.

So the reason why I am so confident is not because I said earlier. If there is any problem, Maggie will definitely tell him, but because he has asked a long time ago?

If this is true, the motivations of Huck's dealing with him will be quite suspicious.

But this is just one of the possible explanations.

“So have you been here?”

Fu Qian continued to ask.
Chapter completed!