"I need a new Desert Eagle," Lone Wolf said to Fang Wenxi before he left. But the scene where he squeezed the pistol barehanded, leaving a dent half a finger deep, struck Wang Yongsheng like a spell.
"In this world, there are no shortages of strong people," Fang Wenxi toyed with the Desert Eagle, marred by Lone Wolf's grip. He seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually addressing Wang Yongsheng.
Wang Yongsheng looked dispirited, with a trace of shock still lingering in his eyes. He stood up and clasped his fist towards Fang Wenxi, "Master Fang's subordinates are truly talented. Wang has learned much. I hope Master Fang can give me some guidance, and I, Wang Yongsheng, will surely—"
"Wait."
The action of Fang Wenxi playing with the Desert Eagle halted abruptly as the word "wait" slipped from his lips.
"Wait?!" Wang Yongsheng frowned, obviously not quite understanding the meaning behind Fang Wenxi's word "wait."
