"You idiot," the short guy exhaled. "Why would you tell him the level of your stat? Don't you know that's the real threat here?"
"Stop yelling at me," the big guy snapped. "It's not my fault he asked."
"But why did you have to answer honestly?" The short guy slapped a hand against his forehead. "This is why I hate going out with you. You're so fucking dumb."
"Call me dumb again and I'll report you to the boss," the big guy threatened, sounding more like a child than a thug.
After finishing his rant, the short guy pointed his machete at Lucas once more.
"This is all your fucking fault. I'm going to carve you up."
A vein bulged on the side of his face.
At this point, Lucas hardly felt worried anymore.
If the big guy's highest stat was only Level 3, then the other guy probably wasn't much stronger. Meanwhile, all of Lucas's stats were already above Level 4.
Still, there was no reason to take chances.
'I should invest a few more points, just to be safe.'
