Under the astonished gazes of everyone in the Mercenary Guild, Li Si tightly gripped a man dressed in a black robe with his right hand.
The man was short, barely around five feet tall, but few of the mercenaries present had been able to see the terrifying speed he had displayed just now.
He struggled desperately in Li Si's grasp, but Li Si's right hand was like forged steel and did not budge in the slightest.
In his panic, the man somehow produced a dagger flashing with cold light in his right hand. It traced an arc through the air and stabbed straight at Li Si's chest.
Seeing that the man not only refused to immediately surrender and beg for mercy, but even dared to attack him, Li Si smiled.
In an instant, terrifying magic power spread outward from Li Si's body, conjuring violent gusts from thin air. Tables and chairs around them were blown over, and even some weaker mercenaries could not withstand the sudden gale and fell to the floor.
In an instant, azure magical light turned into several long ropes, binding the short man in black tightly before Li Si.
The gale blew back the black-clad man's hood, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.
"Huh? Isn't that Palos?"
Quite a few mercenaries below recognized him and said in surprise.
"Didn't he leave for another place? Why is he here again?"
"And if I remember right, isn't he a Gold-level thief?"
"Then..."
In an instant, many mercenaries realized what this meant.
Palos, a Gold-level thief, was quite well-known among the mercenaries of Emerald Wind City.
Many people recognized him, but seeing Palos caught by Li Si like a rat, they could not help but secretly draw in sharp breaths. The temperature throughout the mercenary tavern seemed