The thugs, clueless, shook their heads.
By this point Tristan was almost sure that they were either lowest-rank gangsters, or independent mercenaries—not someone with enough reach to know people like Pierce.
It didn't matter.
"I just thought that after he gave me a day off like that, I could bring him a souvenir after all. It's not like anyone will miss you two."
"Huh?!"
The thug that Tristan held at knife point tried to sneakily reach for the gun in his jacket.
Tristan moved faster, hitting his temple with the handle of his knife and knocking the man out.
[Ding!]
[Close-quarters combat skill increased by 1. Reward: your PP increased by 10.]
The man fell like a tree, and Tristan grinned.
The other thug had pulled a gun—of course they had spares—but didn't have the time to aim.