It was clear that this splendidly dressed youth had no ordinary background.
However, was Wyatt Barnes the type to toss his dignity under the feet of others out of fear of their backgrounds, allowing them to trample over him?
The answer was no.
"Kid!"
The middle-aged man saw Wyatt's obstinacy and his face darkened, he tersely accused: "Do you know who our young master is? Just so you know, our young master is not someone you, a lowlife, can mess with... If you know what's good for you, scram now before it's too late!"
"Too late to regret?"
Wyatt picked up the ten-thousand tael gold ticket in his hands, and casually casted a glance at the arrogant middle-aged man, a smile persistently on his face,"I am curious how you are going to make me regret it."
His meal had been disrupted, and Wyatt was not in a good mood.
"Kid, you're seeking your own death!"
