With a flick of his wrist, the paper fluttered down before Mage Zhang.
Mage Zhang's face was dark. He slapped the paper to the ground, glared viciously at Zhao Yuan, and snarled, "Kid, everyone who's dared to ruin my business and insult me like you has ended up dead! I see you don't want to live anymore either! You say I'm a fraud, that I have no real skills, right? Fine. Let's just wait and see if you're still alive to see tomorrow's sunrise!"
A sudden chill filled the air, and everyone who heard Mage Zhang's words couldn't help but shiver.
Zhao Yuan's brow furrowed. He felt that Mage Zhang's threat was not only vicious, but also filled with a powerful confidence—as if he was genuinely certain he could eliminate Zhao Yuan.
"What are you planning to do?" Zhao Yuan asked, his voice low.
A strange feeling surfaced within him. 'This Mage Zhang... he's probably not just a simple con artist. He might actually have a few tricks up his sleeve.'
