The moment Benjamin heard those words, his heart tightened.
Damn it!
Without time to hesitate, he immediately began chanting, preparing to use magic to subdue the scarred man as quickly as possible.
The moment the scarred man said those words, the plan had completely fallen apart.
Actually, no matter what the scarred man had discovered, Benjamin could have handled it. Discovering the pistol had even been part of Benjamin's plan; after finding the pistol, the scarred man would lower his guard somewhat.
But the scarred man had discovered that he was a mage.
Magic was Benjamin's final trump card, and his greatest one. Once it was exposed, his situation would go from having everything under control to hanging by a thread. At that moment, all he could do was chant while praying that the scarred man had only just discovered his identity as a mage and had no time to react. Otherwise, he might already have fallen into the scarred man's trap.
Fortunately, the scarred man did seem to have only just realized it.
He did not make any prompt or effective response. The instant he heard Benjamin's chant, his expression changed drastically, and he panicked as he reached for the pistol at his waist.
The moment his hand touched the pistol, he could no longer move an inch.
Benjamin's right hand was gripping the scarred man's shoulder. Between his right thumb and forefinger was a slender ice needle. Most of the ice needle had pierced into the scarred man's arm, while Benjamin tightly pinched the remaining section and continued forcing it deeper.
The instant the ice needle pierced him, a chill swept through the scarred man's entire body, freezing him solid. He could not even struggle; the breath he exhaled crystallized into white frost in the air.
Seeing this,