I have a city in another world

Chapter 6800 The Enraged Rich Second Generation

Upon hearing Tang Zhen's words, the people around him were slightly taken aback.

The rich second-generation heir, whose face was contorted in shock, widened his eyes in astonishment as he stared at the stranger who had just walked in.

What's going on? Who is this damn guy?
The rich second-generation heir was certain that he had never met Tang Zhen before and did not know who the other party was.

However, judging from Tang Zhen's demeanor, he could not possibly be an ordinary person; there is a very high probability that he is a wizard.

Wizards also vary in strength and are divided into different ranks. Ordinary people most often encounter wizard apprentices.

Upon seeing Tang Zhen, everyone instinctively assumed that he must be a wizard apprentice.

Although they were not formal wizards, no one dared to look down on them. Even those with noble status felt inferior when facing extraordinary individuals.

Although they won't provoke others, they also won't be afraid. Those who can live in the inner city generally have wizards as their backers.

If you are maliciously bullied, you can bring out your backing to help you get justice.

That's how rich kids are; they think they have powerful backers and are quite dissatisfied with Tang Zhen's actions.

The thought had barely formed when he started yelling at Tang Zhen.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you steal the numbers I placed?"

He adopted an aggressive stance, as if he wouldn't give up until he got an explanation.

Tang Zhen didn't even glance at the rich second-generation, but stared at the screen in front of him, a faint light flickering in his eyes.

The rich kid got no response and was furious, so he instinctively wanted to lash out.

The onlookers, seeing this, had a sudden inspiration and felt that this was a good opportunity.

When faced with a young man who appears to be a wizard and a despised nouveau riche, who is also the nouveau riche's brainless descendant, it is actually quite easy to make a choice.

"You bastard, anyone can place bets on the Creation Lottery, it's not yours to keep others from placing bets."

A man with a short beard spoke up, his words filled with disdain, clearly showing his support for Tang Zhen.

"The numbers are randomly combined, and everything is entirely voluntary. How did it become your exclusive number?"
"Once you've chosen a number, no one else is allowed to use it. I've never seen anything so domineering!"

Another person spoke up, with the same attitude.

"You can place your own bets; it's not like you're competing for a single prize."

Oh, I see. It's because you're out of money, so you can't afford it.

A series of sarcastic and mocking remarks rang out, with many people taking the opportunity to humiliate the rich second-generation.

It turns out that before this, the rich second-generation had shown a very arrogant attitude when he first entered the hall.

Those nobles who considered themselves cultured and very low-key looked down on this kind of nouveau riche behavior.

Now that he's seized the opportunity, he's definitely going to say a few harsh words to criticize Tang Zhen. It's not that he's standing up for Tang Zhen; he just wants to vent his dissatisfaction.

"You...you know who I am..."

Hearing the crowd's mockery, the rich second-generation was so angry that his eyes turned red. He wanted to use his background to threaten them as he always did, but he was surprised to find that the people around him were no less imposing than him in terms of clothing and demeanor.

Only now did he realize that the inner city was different from the outside world, and he could not act as recklessly as before.

In the past, he was arrogant and domineering. Even if he caused trouble, as long as he mentioned his name and background, he would usually get things settled in a way that satisfied him.

Now that they've entered the inner city, they still think things are the same as before, and their behavior remains completely unreserved.

But harsh reality slapped him awake.

Today, not only did he lose all his business reserves, but he was also humiliated by a group of nobles and wealthy merchants. He was filled with shame and indignation, and he hated Tang Zhen, believing that he was the main reason for his humiliation.

If possible, he would definitely take revenge, shattering Tang Zhen to pieces so he could never be arrogant in front of him again. The attacker's soul, floating on Tang Zhen's shoulder, sensed the hidden killing intent and looked at the rich second-generation with some surprise.

Then the spirit revealed a silent, sinister smile.

Good, very good, you have guts to actually try to kill Tang Zhen, that evil star!
I don't know whether to call you brave or incredibly foolish for daring to have such thoughts.

I, a seventh-ring wizard and the infamous King of Assassins in the dark world, was killed and had my soul extracted by this scourge.

You, a mere mortal, a good-for-nothing rich kid with no skills, actually harbored murderous intent towards such a person.

Ignorance breeds fearlessness; it's utterly foolish.

The soul decided not to tell Tang Zhen, but to let things develop as they would, wanting to see what this reckless mortal was capable of.

If he couldn't take down Tang Zhen, he would just consider it a joke, a performance by a fool.

If they could kill Tang Zhen, that would be an even greater surprise, providing a perfect opportunity to escape.

The chances of killing Tang Zhen and escaping are extremely slim, unless one hires an assassin of equal caliber and has a chance to ambush and kill Tang Zhen.

This spendthrift rich kid probably doesn't have the necessary connections, nor can he afford to hire him.

If he were to actually take action, he would only invite some low-level assassins, just to give him the opportunity to witness the spectacular performance of how a group of fools would be killed by Tang Zhen.

The verbal sparring among the guests had no effect on Tang Zhen. He simply sat quietly in his chair, watching the numbers constantly change and jump around.

It seems that some kind of magical code is hidden among the numbers, which can help people on the road to wealth.

Many people in the astral realm share the same idea: that there are mysterious patterns hidden among those numbers.

If one can successfully master it, it will surely help one achieve financial freedom and also help other unfortunate people in the world who need help.

However, those who promote themselves with such slogans and recruit followers often enrich themselves without realizing they are helping several people in need.

To put it bluntly, these guys are a bunch of damn swindlers. Their courses didn't help students make money; instead, they took all the money from the students' pockets and put it into their own hands.

There are also some fraud gangs that buy up unclaimed lottery tickets at high prices, then pretend to be students who have won, in order to deceive more victims.

Once such individuals are discovered and captured by the Wizard Tower, their fate is usually quite tragic.

However, driven by profit, similar organizations have never ceased to exist; as one batch is eliminated, another batch will emerge.

There are also many dark wizards who act as backers for these organizations, helping them to increase their strength and evade official crackdowns.

With the protection of the dark wizards, these swindlers became even more rampant and unscrupulous, even daring to openly provoke the Wizarding Alliance.

"The lottery results are in!"

Someone suddenly spoke up, reminding everyone.

The lottery he was referring to was the kind of lottery where the rich second-generation couldn't afford to continue betting, but Tang Zhen spent a million yuan to bet on it.

After a dazzling display of numbers, a set of numbers appeared before our eyes, and then the hall fell silent.

After a few breaths of silence, a hysterical roar suddenly erupted from the rich second-generation.

"Why, why? This set of numbers didn't appear when I placed my bet, but it popped up when I didn't place my bet!"
There must be something fishy going on! There must be something fishy going on! I'm going to report this!

The rich kid's face was contorted as he jumped and bounced on the ground, seemingly venting his emotions in a tantrum.

Then he looked at Tang Zhen as if he had discovered his father's killer, as if he harbored hatred for Tang Zhen who had stolen his wife, and as if Tang Zhen had taken away his future.

The surging hatred was so sharp it seemed tangible, as if it wanted to tear Tang Zhen to pieces.

One can't help but wonder, if the rich second-generation had a magic crystal cannon, would he just fire it and blast Tang Zhen to smithereens?