A stir ran through the banquet hall following Cyril’s loud declaration. The hint of guilt and embarrassment that had just welled up in their hearts were instantly swept away as haughty smiles appeared on their faces.

  Indeed, why should they donate their money to those lowly kids? They were the scum of Chaos City!

  Luna had packaged these kids through the use of sad and touching stories, but at the core of the matter, what did it matter to them whether these homeless kids died or not?

  Cyril listened to the words of praise being directed at him, and his smile widened even further.

  The social hierarchy was something insurmountable. In Chaos City, the businessmen in the banquet hall were from the highest echelon. They were standing here, while their children received the best education in Chaos School. After the latter graduated, some of them would become revered magic casters and knights, but most would inherit their family heirlooms, continuing to live lives of luxury as upper-class citizens.

  Cyril was a representative of the upper class. Ever since he could remember, he knew that he was destined to be different from normal people, and that he had an insurmountable advantage from birth

  As for those lowly and inferior homeless children, why did they deserve to attend the same schools as the children from noble families? Why did they deserve a chance to escape from their lowly socioeconomic status?

  If they all became knights and magic casters, who would continue to work as their servants? Without their lowliness, who would highlight the nobility of all of the guests gathered here?

  The homeless children that wandered the streets were indeed very annoying to see, but many people derived pleasure from seeing the envy and admiration in their eyes.

  Cyril knew that was what all of the businessmen present thought as it was exactly what he himself thought.

  As such, he knew that he had said the right thing in the right place, thereby successfully drawing the limelight to himself and stealing the attention away from Gloria.

  This was the voice of the upper class.

  Michael stood up with a cold expression, and said, “If businessmen only think about earning money and never about reimbursing Chaos City, then why should the city support them?”


  Jeffree opened his mouth to say something, but he swallowed his words in the end. However, his eyes were already filled with frosty disapproval as he looked at Cyril.

  How did this idiot ever end up becoming the heir to the Moreton Family? In comparison, that Young Mistress Gloria appears to far more intelligent. She could perhaps be a worthy adversary for me in the future. Scheer looked at Cyril with a derisive sneer before turning her attention to Gloria, upon which a sharp look appeared in her eyes as if she were a hunter surveying her prey.

  Luna looked at Cyril, then at the deriding sneers on everyone’s faces, and a chilling sensation suddenly welled up in her heart.

  She had anticipated many scenarios, but she still couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of the hideous interiors exposed as the businessmen present shed their polite and benevolent facades. In fact, she didn’t even know how to respond to this situation.

  “You’re lying, you baddy! They’re not scum; they’re my friends, and all of them are very smart!”


  Amy spread open her hands as she stood in front of Luna, appraising Cyril with a serious expression. There were already two balls of flames hovering over her hands, one of which was a normal crimson fireball, while the other was a ball of icy flames.

  “Heh, your friends?” Cyril glared at Amy. This little brat was just as annoying as her father. A cold smile appeared on his face as he said, “So that means you were also once homeless? You also had to live off food scraps? Is that why you’re an uncultured little brat who’s showing off her pathetic little fireballs? Is that why your father is an idiot who only knows how to cook?”


  Some of the guests burst into laughter upon hearing that. Mag had displayed immense potential earlier, but there was still quite a large disparity between him and Cyril. As such, it wasn’t a difficult choice for them to decide whom they were going to side with.

  Amy raised her head with a serious expression, and asked, “Are you mocking my father?”


  “So what if I am?” Cyril shrugged as his smile became even more pronounced.

  “Then…… you can go die!” Amy raised her hands, and the two balls of fire instantly expanded. Scorching heat and freezing chill descended in unison as the nearby guests retreated unconsciously.

  “Protect Young Master Cyril!” The guards at the banquet were stunned by this sudden escalation of events, and rushed over from all directions.

  Cyril had also been given a fright as he reflexively stumbled back a couple of steps. He looked at the shimmering flames and composed himself again as he chuckled coldly. “I’m standing right here; why don’t you attack me?”


  As soon as his voice fell, a lotus flower constructed from fire and ice flames had already been sent flying toward him, and it appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

  Cyril’s pupils dilated drastically upon seeing this. He was faced with a dazzling lotus flower that was stunningly beautiful, but the power imbued within it struck him with a sense of despair.

  The guards in the banquet hall weren’t far away, but there was no way they’d be able to stop the lotus flower in time.

  Camilla had the power to save him, but she merely stood off to the side with a smile on her face. City Lord Michael also remained standing on the spot without any intention to intervene.

  Expressions of shock and panic appeared on the faces of all of the guests. A massive space had opened up behind the Chamber of Commerce. No one dared to imagine that something like this would happen on the mid-year banquet held by the Chamber of Commerce.

  If Cyril were to die here tonight, what would be the aftermath?

  The same thought flashed through the minds of countless people, yet none of them could provide an answer.

  Right at this moment, a shiny leather shoe stomped heavily onto Cyril’s backside, causing him to fly through the air like a cannonball. His face slid along the smooth floor for several meters before he came to a stop.

  The oncoming lotus flower abruptly slowed down slightly before exploding behind him.

  His lavish red and green robes were reduced to shredded rags, revealing a charred black backside amid a howl of pain and humiliation.

  “Young Master Cyril, there are some things that you can’t say to children. My Little Amy is such a good little girl; of course she wouldn’t refuse if you asked her to attack you. You’re going to spoil her like this.” Mag withdrew his outstretched foot before covering Amy’s eyes so she wouldn’t be able to see Cyril’s unsightly backside. He then turned to the enraged and humiliated Cyril as he shook his head, and said, “A person’s value and worth shouldn’t be judged according to their socioeconomic status. In my opinion, trash like you is far more worthless than any homeless child on the streets.

  “I’ll be donating 10% of my ice cream shop’s earnings to Teacher Luna’s foundation. She is truly doing God’s work and deserves our support.”


  Right at this moment, Gloria stepped forward and looked at Mag as she announced loudly, “I’ll also donate 10% of Blue Suede’s earnings to Teacher Luna’s foundation. The money will go toward making sure every homeless child has enough clothes to wear.”