Finn really wanted his money back. He'd paid an astonishing sum to find out Lux's background.
Unfortunately, the other party had no sense that "if the job isn't done, you give the money back." Or, as Mr. Shadow put it, "The information that she ended up in Piltover's prison was worth that much."
"Worth my ass!" Finn slammed the table and shot to his feet. "Maybe she just went to visit someone in prison. Don't try to fob me off with some meaningless information!"
At Finn's words, the thugs around him all drew their weapons.
After taking a heavy beating at Eno's hands last time, Finn had spent a fortune to get his hands on several suits of Rune Steel Armor on the black market. They were outdated models discarded by the Demacians, nowhere near as good as Lux's quality gear, but at least they meant he and his thugs wouldn't be helpless against mages.
Faced with the thugs glaring menacingly at him, Mr. Shadow finally wiped the sleazy grin off his face.
"In our line of work, you have to keep your eyes open and know who you can afford to cross and who you can't. I don't care whether that little girl went to visit someone in prison. All I know is she went into a Piltover prison, and I can't follow her in. Listen, Finn, this is just a private job, a little gig to earn some Hextech. I'm not going to risk my neck over your side job."
"Then give the money back."
"Too late. I'm not one of those bitches in Dark Alley who can just spit anything back out... Don't get worked up. Since your Hextech made my night, how about I give you some advice?"
"Advice?" Finn narrowed his eyes. "Let's hear what