After leaving the Auction House, Anthony and Yan Zhuo decided to stroll around the bustling street to relax. The city was lively, with vendors selling spirit fruits, weapons, and pill bottles everywhere.
"Anthony, look! Sugar figurines!" Yan Zhuo pointed excitedly, looking like a child.
Anthony smiled. "Go ahead, I'll wait here."
While Yan Zhuo was busy buying snacks, Anthony suddenly felt a hostile gaze locking onto him. He turned his head slowly.
Walking towards him were three luxurious carriages. The curtains opened, and a young man with a pale face and sharp eyes looked out. It was Zhang Hao, the young master of the Zhang Clan whom Anthony had humiliated before.
Beside Zhang Hao was another man, taller and more imposing, wearing golden robes. He had an arrogant expression, looking down on everyone like an eagle.
"Oh? Isn't that the useless disciple from the Royal Academy?" Zhang Hao sneered loudly. "I didn't expect to see you here. Did you come to beg for food?"
The crowd immediately gathered around, whispering. They knew Zhang Hao was a powerful figure. Everyone looked at Anthony with pity.
But Anthony stood there motionless, his expression indifferent. "The dog is barking again. I thought someone important came."
"You dare?!" Zhang Hao's face turned red with anger. "Brother Tian Yu! Look at this guy! He is so rude! Please teach him a lesson for me!"
The man in golden robes, Tian Yu, slowly got off the carriage. He looked at Anthony with disdain.
"Boy, you have some guts to speak to Young Master Zhang like that. Apologize now, kowtow three times, and I will let you leave with broken legs only. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Anthony stepped forward, his aura suddenly rising. "Do you think wearing gold makes you look rich? To me, you just look like a moving ingot."