The scrawny man, furious, picked up a ceramic plate and tried to smash it against the dark-skinned strongman.
But the dark-skinned strongman immediately stepped forward and firmly grabbed the scrawny man's wrist, the pain causing the latter to release the plate he was holding.
The plate fell to the ground with a crisp, shattering sound.
Then, the dark-skinned strongman clenched his fist and swung it fiercely, hitting the scrawny man squarely on the cheek.
The immense force directly sent the scrawny man stumbling backward, causing him to land on the ground.
"Hahahaha! With your small build, no wonder Daisy said you're useless, probably can't even satisfy her in bed!" The dark-skinned strongman smugly mocked, then, under the gawking eyes of the crowd, he embraced the woman in his arms and left.
The scrawny man awkwardly picked himself up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and gasped for air.
Then, he actually sat down in the empty seat left by the leaving couple, ordered a large beer, and began to drink gloomily.
Seeing the drama conclude, the surrounding patrons let out slightly mocking laughs and then continued to drink and chat amongst themselves, though their topic of conversation had shifted to the incident involving the three people.
They were still very interested, wanting to satisfy their inner emptiness by learning about others' privacy or daily lives, seeking a sense of belonging or superiority.
Durin, who also witnessed the entire drama, learned the full story from the conversations of nearby customers: the two men were good friends.
While the scrawny man was away, the dark-skinned strongman visited his friend's wife, Daisy, every day, showing her all sorts of care and consideration.
Gradually, the two of them began to flirt and hook up.
However, just as Durin finished the last sip of his oolong tea, he suddenly heard a cautious voice: "Hello, Mage Apprentice, I have something I'd like to ask for your help with."
Hmm?
The slightly familiar voice made Durin put down his empty cup and look closely.
It was indeed the scrawny man, dressed in a dust-stained black suit with an exquisite pure silver badge pinned to his chest.
The only feature that allowed Durin to remember him was his prominent aquiline nose.
He carried a plate of cumin-scented skewers and a plate of boiled peanuts, placing both on Durin's table.
"Is there something you need from me?" Durin didn't reach for the skewers on the plate, but instead signaled the hostess for another glass of iced oolong tea.
The scrawny man, who introduced himself as Alan, pursed his lips, straightened his posture, and finally gave a bitter smile, apologizing, "My name is Alan, and I'm an artifact restorer, working at a museum, Mage Apprentice.
I might not be very good with words; you saw what happened just now."
"Look at you," Durin said, peeling a boiled peanut from the table and offering it to him, "Just relax, relax.
You don't need to be so formal; you're too tense."
Alan said with some indignation, "Daisy, that vixen, we even have a six-year-old daughter, yet she does something so disgraceful!
I want to ask you to teach that adulterous couple a lesson, hmm... just beat them black and blue will do.
I'm willing to pay 1 silver lun coins!"
Hmm?
1 silver lun coins?
If this were in Zaun, Durin would definitely take the job, but being new to Piltover and with so many patrol teams on the streets, Durin didn't want to cause trouble for just one silver lun coins.
"Sorry, you've got the wrong person; I never do anything illegal!" Durin instantly straightened his face and said sternly, not forgetting to pop a peanut into his mouth.
"2 silver lun coins!" Alan held up two fingers, saying earnestly, "Money is not an issue."
Durin narrowed his eyes, deliberately picking a plump piece of roasted meat and putting it into his mouth, chewing bite after bite.
He said seriously, "Just because you have money, you can do whatever you want?! We must respect the law!"
Alan held up three fingers and said, "3 silver lun coins."
"Without 10 silver lun coins, I won't do it." Seeing the guy slowly increase the price, Durin leaned back and laid his cards on the table.
"4 silver lun coins."
"Considering we hit it off and we're friends, I'm giving you this special discount." Durin immediately grinned, leaned forward, and extended his hand.
Alan couldn't help but smile upon hearing Durin's words.
"Then I'll go have a friendly chat with them.
Where do they live, or where do you think they might go?" Durin drained his refilled iced oolong tea in one gulp, chewing vigorously on the ice cubes.
"Thank you! I'm too angry right now; I'm afraid I'll lose control.
They should be in a small grove in a park near Vocal Avenue right now; those two love the thrill of outdoor trysts there.
You can go look for them." Alan stood up from his chair and said gratefully.
After getting the exact information, Durin confidently stood up from his chair and walked out of the tavern.
It was nine o'clock at night, and there was still some time before the curfew, more than enough to complete this task.
It had to be said, the people of Piltover were truly foolish and rich; they were willing to pay six silver lun coins just to beat up two people.
This money was truly too easy to earn.
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