Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2139: Chapter 2134: Confinement (Part 8)

The road to rights protection isn’t easy, and the atmosphere was very tense at that moment.

Theoretically, the situation ahead was thorny and deadlocked at every turn, a slight mistake could trigger a battle scene, and most likely, I would shatter at a touch.

However, in defending his rights, Fu Qian showed incredible persistence, even willing to resort to force, confronting head-on.

The revolver was cold and heavy, and without intentional force, it reverberated on the table.

Zhen undoubtedly noticed this, her gaze momentarily fixed on it, leading to the current standoff.

In Fu Qian’s view, he could clearly see the wooden handle of the cleaning tool in her hand, already cracked under her grip.

Given the current physique, Fu Qian didn’t believe his skull could fare any better.

Meanwhile, though the revolver was reliable, how much damage it could inflict on an opponent of such physique was truly doubtful—but Zhen had no such doubts.

”Sorry... could I get you another drink?”

At a certain moment, faced with the dark barrel, Zhen admitted her work mistake and offered a solution.

The seemingly frozen air finally softened a bit.

...

Not bad.

His rights finally defended, Fu Qian nodded silently in his heart, and finally placed that block of ice on the table.

What just happened couldn’t even be described as walking a tightrope, any rational person would most likely not endorse such an act of provocation—yet this provocation was deliberately sought after.

The situation arose from his discovery of anomalies and testing.

The test was a huge success, but the value extracted was still far from enough—the pursuit of wealth amidst danger is not just a saying.

From Fu Qian’s perspective, there indeed seemed to be a route to achieve wealth ahead.

The risk was a bit high, but indeed, more profit could be extracted.

Though the waitress Zhen exhibited terror all along, whether trying to clean with a tool or opening curtains by hand, to Fu Qian, it all proved one point, that although in the ”Inner World”, her own thinking logic remained that of an ordinary person.

It’s hard to say whether that’s good or bad; possessing terrifying power without realizing it is often a more frightening situation.

In not realizing, one might hurt others with just a sneeze.

But if made aware, it’s possible her mindset might collapse and go crazy directly.

Very tricky, but it also provided an opportunity—being unaware of one’s terror could lead to misjudgment of the other’s destructive power.

He worried whether metal bullets could blast her head off, but Zhen wasn’t worried.

Despite having almost frozen half of her body, she still maintained ordinary human thinking, so conventional weapons could still be a threat to her.

This is a race game.

Regardless of whether he was truly enjoying breakfast, Fu Qian never forgot that.

Thus, from the moment the opponent showed their fierce demeanor upon emerging from the kitchen, not a single word was wasted, Fu Qian efficiently confirmed Zhen’s mental state, deciding decisively to continue playing the villain, even now—

”No.”

How could a villain stop when things seem to have turned in their favor, easily accepting terms would only lead to the opponent’s contempt or even arouse suspicion, casting doubt on previous behavior.

”Tell me who pre-ordered this milk of mine?”

That’s human nature, Fu Qian didn’t mean to blame unnecessarily, but directly aimed at a possibly earlier customer.

The words, although almost logically contradictory, further emphasized a domineering refusal to let go.

”But, really, no one... I just started my shift, very few people drink cold milk in the morning...”

Zhen found herself unexpectedly caught in such a hard situation, clearly beyond her control.

The awkwardness was evident on her face marked with bloodstains, and the wooden handle in her hand was unconsciously twisted into a spiral.

”Oh? How many are there?”

Fu Qian’s expression was indifferent, fingers lightly caressing the trigger.

Serving both as intimidation and an attempt to get some movement going, keeping responsive.

The temperature of that ice was indeed low; the left hand that held it almost lost the ability to pull the trigger.

”Very few, mainly just a few specific ones—Mr. Huck!

Still refusing to let him off, under pressure, Zhen clearly plunged into painful memories.

Then at a moment, she suddenly thought of something, turning to look at Fu Qian’s opposite side.

”It’s Huck, he sits here every day... today he came particularly early, he was here when I arrived.”

...

Zhen’s answer... undoubtedly informative, and chaotic.

Huck? My partner?

The probability of having the same name and preference for milk, being pure coincidence, was indeed very low.

But if it truly was him, it clearly didn’t align with my experience.

Because as a newcomer, I was late, Huck specifically drove to pick me up, then we came here together, so how could he have come earlier to order a glass of milk?

But ignoring this unreasonable part, assuming it was real, just a coincidence of someone ordering milk earlier, doesn’t seem so far-fetched...

”Was he alone?”

With a voice devoid of any fluctuations, Fu Qian neither restrained his attitude for a cop, nor did he mask his distrust.

”Yes... earlier I seemed to have forgotten about this matter.”

Under strong pressure, Zhen was already unconsciously shifting her gaze away.

”But ordered and didn’t drink?”

Fu Qian recalling the way Huck tasted milk.

”Right... without saying a word, he was gone, clearly chatting just a moment before.”

Interesting, such a thing.

Fu Qian did not continue to ask, giving the other side a little breathing space.

Based on Zhen’s description, can fully envisage a scene, that’s the ever-consistent Mr. Huck, suddenly arrives earlier one day.

Orders a drink, chats with Zhen for a while, but when she was ready to serve, he left prematurely.

Such actions don’t exactly seem like coming to have breakfast.

”So what did he talk about with you?”

Considering five seconds of rest was sufficient, Fu Qian continued his inquiry.

”Um... he asked if there were strangers, young couples, who’d been here.”

Great Memory Technique was undoubtedly effective, Zhen thought a bit and recalled more.

...

Huck came over earlier, asking whether any strangers were here?

Who this refers to need not be said, almost certainly the previously mentioned missing person.

But such acts seem more abstract.

Thus his confidence isn’t from what was previously said, that Maggie would surely tell him if something happened, but rather because he had already asked?

If that’s true, Huck’s manner interacting with me becomes quite suspicious in its motivation.

But that’s only one possible explanation.

”So did anyone come?”

Fu Qian asked another question.

”No.”