"You really put this script together quickly."
Fu Qian looked at Collins, whose lips curled into a smile, a look of 'I knew it all along' on his face.
The reaction just now clearly showed that, after losing control, he shifted to another script within seconds.
Just like at the banquet yesterday.
The pain and disgust were exactly like what Grace experienced back then, stemming from the disruption of the script in her cognition.
Theoretically, that shot could have been harmful to himself, provided it hit the target.
Unfortunately, the moment Collins fired the gun, Fu Qian had merely taken a staged fall in cooperation.
And a feint from a Demigod was simply impossible for him to see through.
"Quick reaction, but if you were smart, you would have stayed down and gambled on whether I would take another shot, which might have given you a slim chance of survival," Collins said coldly and mockingly.
"Instead of this pointless showing off."
