Another round of ranged harassment followed immediately.
William leaped, rolled, and ducked as bullets skimmed his scalp. Raising his head, he instinctively reached for the throwing-knife pouch at his waist, only then remembering that he had long since exhausted his projectiles.
Under normal circumstances, how could he possibly have forgotten that? Qin Wei's attacks, steadily chipping away at him, had simply disrupted his thinking.
But that was not necessarily a bad thing.
The empty throwing-knife pouch reminded him.
His opponent's arsenal would eventually run dry. What he needed to do now was keep harassing him, baiting out his bullets and grenades.
His clearer thinking soon showed in his actions. William stopped charging blindly, advancing and retreating, darting left and right as he circled Qin Wei while waiting for his body to recover.
This was not good news for Qin Wei. He had one grenade and eighteen bullets left. Without a good opportunity to deal damage, a firearm was no different from a fire poker.
So he tried to unsettle his opponent.
This was also the first conversation the two had had so far.
"What, scared? You ran without a fight when it was two against one, and now you don't dare fight one-on-one either?"
William could not be bothered to respond to such a feeble taunt, but he did glean some information from his opponent's words-Qin Wei and the Jason and Dick duo were on the same side.
Thinking of Dick gave William a headache. A Talon's descendant had actually joined the League of Assassins. How ironic.
"Too scared to fight, and too scared to talk?"
Seeing that his opponent remained unmoved, Qin Wei intensified his offensive.
"Compared to those three colleagues of yours, you're a coward! You're going to die either way, so why not fight me fair and