Although the good-for-nothing rich kid was seething in anger inside even after he heard the middle-aged man's Voice Transmission, he did not dare to act recklessly.
After all, as the saying went, 'A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him!' The good-for-nothing rich kid knew this very well. Although he had an extraordinary background, he had no one by his side at the moment who could deal with the black-robed man after all. It was better for him to stay silent for now.
'I'll let you be arrogant for now. In the future, if you're still in Sin City, I'll definitely make sure that you'll die!' The good-for-nothing rich kid thought to himself as he lowered his head. His eyes were burning with anger.
