Killed with One Palm

"Wizard?"

The tavern waiter answered blankly, "We've got several Wizards here."

The patrons seated inside the tavern noticed the commotion at the entrance and turned curious looks their way.

The black-robed Wizard swept his gaze around but saw no sign of Gao Jing, growing more agitated. "I'm asking where that Wizard who just came in went! The tall one!"

"Someone came in just now?"

The tavern waiter was utterly baffled. "I didn't see anyone at all!"

"Dried mud's mother!"

The black-robed Wizard cursed in the local tongue and shoved the tavern waiter to the ground.

He led several warriors through the tavern, searching it from front to back. They even checked the kitchen.

Then they left amid a stream of curses.

The moment the black-robed Wizard stepped out of the tavern, the dwarf man darted out from a nearby alley and eagerly asked, "My lord..."

At the sight of him, the black-robed Wizard's eyes blazed. He seized the dwarf man and dragged him into the dark alley.

The several warriors who had followed the black-robed Wizard exchanged looks, shook their heads, and left on their own.

They had originally hoped to make a little extra money, yet they had not even gotten a single hair. All of them were disappointed.

Deep in the deserted alley, the black-robed Wizard viciously threw the dwarf man to the ground and hissed, "You've got quite the nerve. You actually colluded with someone else to swindle me out of my invitation. How do you want to die?"

His invitation had been genuine, and the price he had sold it to Gao Jing for had not actually been cheap.

But after going to so much trouble, he had failed to fleece anyone. The black-robed Wizard felt as though he had lost a hundred million.

And he