A Conflict Worth Millions(2)

Richard didn’t even spare a second glance at the downed man as he walked forward, randomly punching another stocky man to send him flying towards another group. The crowd didn’t even stop him from doing this, just bursting into excited laughter at the chaos.

“What was this one for?” the assassin asked nervously. She hadn’t seen anything special about the second man, but suddenly started wondering whether he was an assassin himself or something. She didn’t expect Richard’s answer at all: “He’s too ugly.”

Richard walked over to the counter, staring the blade-scarred old dwarf manning it dead in the eye, “Get me a room I won’t be disturbed in.”

The dwarf’s curses faded away into flattery as gold coins jingled onto the wood. He quickly picked all of the money up and shot a glance at...