At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on Lin Chen and A Shi's direction. The crowd looked at Lin Chen as if he were an idiot, doubting whether this kid had gone insane to actually dare offend Wu Weili.
A Shi glanced at Lin Chen and whispered, "That copper cauldron—is it something good?"
Lin Chen nodded slightly. "I'm determined to get it."
"Alright, I support you. If you don't have enough money, I'll chip in for you," A Shi said domineeringly.
Lin Chen felt a wave of emotion well up in his heart. In truth, with his own strength, competing with a second-generation rich kid over a copper cauldron would not be a challenge.
Zhao Jinlong, who stood beside Wu Weili, had a glint of cold light in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into a sinister smile.
"Kid, since you're asking to die, I'll grant your wish."
Zhao Jinlong looked at the hatred in Wu Weili's expression toward Lin Chen and felt extremely pleased.
