Berserker King

Chapter 7 Guo Yuqun

As Huo Yingying walked out, she saw Zhang Xuan and his companion coming out of the shop next door. Seeing that they were still empty-handed, she couldn't help but sneer.

"You poor bastards, this isn't a place for you. You should go buy your things from the stalls outside, just like before!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruoxi's face showed a hint of embarrassment, her expression was somewhat downcast, and a trace of shame and anger lingered deep in her eyes.

Zhang Xuan frowned and looked coldly at Huo Yingying. This woman had provoked his sister time and time again. Did she really think he had a good temper?

"Young lady, I've already told you, loose lips sink ships. It's always better to keep a low profile, or you'll suffer the consequences."

"Suffer a loss?" Upon hearing this, Huo Yingying burst into exaggerated laughter, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

"Just you guys?"

A shameless woman who goes to school by collecting scraps, plus a penniless wretch who appears out of nowhere—this combination dares to boast that they can make her suffer!

Did this kid find out who she was before he spoke?

She, Huo Yingying, is the eldest daughter of the Huo family. Although the Huo family is not as powerful as the Zhang family, it is still a wealthy and prestigious family.

That penniless wretch dared to lecture her!

Don't you know how to write the character for 'death'?

"General!"

Just then, a young man walked past her and headed towards the two of them.

The young man approached Zhang Xuan, his face filled with undisguised excitement, his whole body trembling, his gaze filled with worship as if he were looking at a god.

When Zhang Xuan saw the person who had arrived, he frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

"Xiao Guo!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Guo Yuqun couldn't help but stand up straight and give the man in front of her a standard military salute.

"General, it's great to see you again!"

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice changed, becoming choked with sobs.

"You, after three years, are still as useless as ever," Zhang Xuan said with a faint smile. "Married, huh? Bring your wife over for a visit sometime!"

"Yes!"

Guo Yuqun was so excited by the general's invitation that he was like a child who had just received candy.

"Xiao Guo, this is my younger sister, Ruoxi," Zhang Xuan introduced, then pointed to Guo Yuqun and said to his sister, "Ruoxi, call him Brother Guo!"

Zhang Ruoxi immediately called out sweetly, "Brother Guo!"

Guo Yuqun's mouth practically stretched from ear to ear with joy. "General, what brings you here? Are you here to buy clothes?"

"Not bad, but the clothes here are a bit lacking!" Zhang Xuan had visited so many stores, but hadn't found a single item that satisfied him.

Perhaps in his heart, only the best clothes are worthy of his sister.

Hearing this, Huo Yingying scoffed, "That sounds nice, but they clearly can't afford it."

"Birds of a feather flock together! Zhang Ruoxi, look at the kind of people you associate with!"

Zhang Xuan was alright; although he was dressed plainly, he had a good demeanor. But what about this newcomer? He was limping, and judging from his clothes, he looked like a factory worker, and he was even ridiculously wearing tailor's arm sleeves.

In today's society, are there still people who wear arm sleeves when they go out?

"Ok!"

To Huo Yingying's surprise, the workshop worker actually nodded.

"Although this shopping mall has many major brands, most of the goods are counterfeit and worthless. They are indeed not worthy of Ruoxi."

As he spoke, Guo Yuqun looked Zhang Ruoxi up and down carefully. Just as the girl was feeling shy, he said, "General, I am now a tailor. Let me make a few outfits for Ruoxi!"

"Pfft!"

"Hahaha!"

Huo Yingying, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into exaggerated laughter.

What is that factory worker saying? He wants to make a few things for Zhang Ruoxi!

That's perfect!

Zhang Ruoxi is only fit to wear clothes made by factory workers.

"Miss, what are you laughing at?" Guo Yuqun was furious. He had finally managed to meet the general, but instead, he was being ridiculed by others.

"What? Don't you think what you said is hilarious?"

It was the busiest time of day in the mall, and Huo Yingying felt even more smug when she saw that her laughter had attracted a crowd.

“One poor guy whose clothes cost less than 100 yuan in total said he looked down on the clothes in the mall, while another said that most of the clothes people bought here were counterfeit.”

"Do you all find this funny?"

Huo Yingying's words immediately drew laughter from everyone around her.

"You poor bastards, do you even know what counterfeit goods are? This whole outfit of mine cost 4000 yuan, and it's counterfeit too?"

"If you ask me, the mall shouldn't let these poor people in. Are they here to buy clothes? I bet they're just here to freeload off the air conditioning."

"Exactly! You're taking advantage of the mall, yet you're talking badly about it. Do you have any conscience?"

"Where are the security guards? Why aren't they here yet? Kick them out, or I'm going to file a complaint."

"Exactly, kick them out. We came here to shop and relax, not to be annoyed by people like this."

The people around them chimed in with their comments, their eyes filled with increasing mockery.

Zhang Xuan's expression changed. It didn't matter if these people talked about him, but they shouldn't have talked about Ruoxi.

Seeing the little girl's unwilling and helpless expression, Zhang Xuan felt a sharp pain in his heart, a feeling sharper than an enemy's sword.

"shut up!"

Just as Zhang Xuan was about to speak, Guo Yuqun couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly.

These people can insult him, but they are insulting the God of War of Country H!

This is an insult to the great heroes who guarded the frontier for these people.

Without Zhang Xuan, how could those hostile foreign forces, who were eyeing H country with covetous intent, be as happy and carefree as they are now?

Guo Yuqun walked up to a person, glanced at him, and said disdainfully, "4000 yuan, not a genuine product? It's a Mester, right? Genuine Mester buttons are edged with silver, yours are probably edged with aluminum."

"You're talking nonsense!" the person being criticized roared in fury.

“This ring of mine is made of copper. If you don’t believe me, try scratching it. Silver won’t leave a scratch, but aluminum will definitely leave one,” Guo Yuqun said, taking off the copper ring from her hand.

Seeing the ring, Zhang Xuan felt a warm feeling in his heart.

The man, skeptical, took it and scoffed, "A copper ring? Calling you a pauper is no exaggeration, I..."

The man's words drew laughter from those around him, but he couldn't laugh anymore because there really was a scratch on the button.

The man was stunned, unable to believe that what he had bought for 1500 yuan was actually fake.

Then Guo Yuqun walked towards another person, and in this way, Guo Yuqun saw through the counterfeit goods on several people in a row, and the expressions of the people around him changed.