"You know me?" Durin asked back vigilantly, "You were sent by Singed to monitor me."
The two tall men exchanged glances. The tall, black-haired man stepped forward, lifted the hem of his jacket, drew the fully loaded revolver from his waist, and said coldly: "Mr. Durin, since you know exactly what's going on, just go home obediently, and there will be no need for us to resort to violence."
Durin realized that if he didn't deal with these two guys, he could forget about going to Piltover.
"What if I insist on going?" Durin asked with a darkened face.
The black-haired man sneered and threatened: "Then I'm sorry, we'll just have to break your legs and send you back." His words were filled with confidence in his own strength and disdain for Durin.
"I imagine that when Singed ordered you to monitor me, he must have instructed you not to kill me! Do you want to disobey the orders the Doctor gave you?" Durin continued to spar with him verbally, but his fingertips were already surrounded by small points of light. He was controlling the mana within his body, preparing to cast a cantrip.
"But if you were to attack me, and in the heat of a life-or-death struggle, you accidentally died..." The tall, black-haired man turned his muzzle, aiming it back at Durin, and continued: "I don't think the Doctor could blame me. This is Zaun; whoever has the bigger fist makes the rules!"
Durin realized that these two were different from the professional robbers last time. The previous ones had mediocre skills and relied entirely on their modified metal prosthetics. While these two looked like ordinary people, judging by their stance and the calluses on their fingertips, Durin concluded that their combat skills were not low at all; they might even be veterans.
Therefore, in this situation, he had to rely on magic to create a distraction, such as increasing the magical energy to turn a Light spell into a blinding flashbang.
The next moment, a small ball of light was released from Durin's palm.
"Hm? What is this?"
Upon seeing the ball of light emitting a soft white glow, the black-haired man was first taken aback, then, as if realizing something, he suddenly shouted, "Oh no! This seems to be a mag..."
Bang!
The ball of light suddenly erupted with intense radiance.
The blinding white light instantly illuminated everything within a ten-meter radius, making it seem like broad daylight as the surroundings became brilliantly bright.
The blinding white light filled the vision of the two tall men, leaving them with nothing but whiteness before their eyes. They instantly lost their normal vision, and the intense stimulation of the white light brought tears to their eyes.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?" Scarface shouted with his eyes closed.
"It's over, I'm blind!" The tall black-haired man covered his eyes with both hands as tears streamed down his face.
Just as the two were crying out in pain, Durin suddenly sprang into action, lunging toward the black-haired man holding the revolver. He swung his mace with his right hand, carrying a powerful gust of wind.
Bang!
The hard mace delivered a heavy upward strike to the black-haired man's jaw. The sound of bone shattering rang out; the black-haired man couldn't even manage a sound of pain and could only fall backward.
But Durin did not stop, instead continuing to swing the mace to smash the back of the man's head.
The veins at his temples were throbbing; the pulsation was so distinct that it felt like two drums were beating on either side of his head.
He had to take care of this guy with the gun, otherwise Durin would be in big trouble!
[One-Handed Weapon +2, Current Proficiency: 78/100]
[Running +2, Current Proficiency: 53/75]
Bang!
Crack!
With the added strength, the hard mace's iron spikes easily tore through fat and muscle, smashing a deep, concave crater into the black-haired man's skull. Red and white fluid burst out from the shattered wound.
[One-Handed Weapon +2, Current Proficiency: 80/100]
[Running +2, Current Proficiency: 55/75]
Having suffered a severe blow to the back of his head, the black-haired man collapsed limply to the ground.
"You think that just because you became a dog for the Silco Family, you're somebody in Zaun?" Durin turned the black-haired man's body over and gave him a fierce kick.
In a flash, Durin pried open the black-haired man's fingers, snatched the fully loaded revolver, and aimed the pitch-black muzzle at Scarface.
"Durin, how dare you attack us!"
On the other side, Scarface, whose vision had just recovered, roared aggressively, "I will tear you into..."
The sentence he hadn't finished came to an abrupt halt when he saw Durin holding the revolver aimed at his chest.
"Calm down! I can pretend this never happened." Scarface immediately swallowed his curse, carefully took a step back, and spoke in a conciliatory tone.
"A fight!"
"Run!"
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