High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Compared to the resort-like atmosphere of Rosalia Resort, Grundfos shopping mall was relatively noisy.

This is a world-renowned duty-free city, and many personal shoppers from other countries come here to shop and make a profit from the price difference.

That's right, even though the world has changed like this, the profession of personal shopper still exists.

Or perhaps it's that personal shoppers are doing better...

In his previous life, Chen Mo's work as a personal shopper mainly involved buying luxury goods; now, most personal shoppers are involved in buying various resources.

In particular, the Great Xia Dynasty possessed a variety of rare and precious elixirs that were completely inaccessible to other smaller countries.

Who wouldn't take advantage of a million-dollar pill that can be resold for double the price?

The Great Xia Dynasty has very strict control over elixirs, and the only way for those agents to smuggle elixirs out of the country is through human transport.

It goes without saying where it will be stuffed.

Female personal shoppers often carry more pills than their male counterparts; they have an extra place to stuff them...

Anyway, Chen Mo felt that he was a drug dealer from a past life.

"Go ahead and shop, guys. I'll pay for everything today."

Gu Feng, who had a very low profile during the battle, finally stood out. When it came to financial resources, Chen Mo and the others combined were not as rich as him.

"Tsk, those damn rich people..."

Ma Wanglin glanced at Gu Feng; this fool had finally found a use for his skills.

Although Chen Mo and his companions have a lot of assets, enough to make them rich men and women, they are saving those things to temper their bodies.

Who would be foolish enough to sell these priceless treasures?

"Old Ma, you don't need to look at me like that. Even if I'm rich, I'm not some spoiled brat."

Gu Feng noticed Ma Wanglin's gaze. They had a good relationship, but Ma Wanglin kept calling him a wicked rich man.

Why does it feel so good?

"Old...Old Ma?" Ma Wanglin's eyes widened. Gu Feng actually called her Old Ma?

Yes, Ma Wanglin does have a tomboyish image, but she is still a girl, isn't she?

"Don't worry about it, let's go shopping."

Gu Feng put his arm around Chen Mo and Yang Zuo, and the three of them walked into the store side by side.

Ma Wanglin's lips twitched; she now had an urge to beat Gu Feng to death.

"Shall we go... Old Ma?"

He Miao's face turned bright red from trying not to laugh, and she repeated how Gu Feng addressed Ma Wanglin.

"You're not allowed to call me that!" Ma Wanglin pinched He Miao's face and rubbed it hard twice.

"Then what should I call you?" He Miao rubbed her slightly sore cheeks. She didn't really know how to address Ma Wanglin.

She usually calls me "older sister," but she can't call me that in public.

"Just call me by my full name, or you can call me Sister Ma."

Ma Wanglin sighed. How could her missing parents have given her such a name?

Yes, her father's surname is Ma and her mother's surname is Wang. You two have gotten into a romantic relationship, but have you ever cared about the child's feelings?

"Okay, Sister Ma."

He Miao was quite obedient and obediently took Ma Wanglin's hand.

The two quickly caught up with Chen Mo and the others, and began their own 'great sweep'.

......

"Just open the door and take a look, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Chen Mo and Gu Feng stood outside the fitting room, their faces full of anticipation.

The three men had already bought their swimsuits and regular clothes, which took a total of three minutes and fifteen seconds.

That is, they had already bought the clothes and paid for them before Ma Wanglin and He Miao found the three of them.

Martial artists generally have excellent physiques, and they can wear any clothes without looking bad.

Not to mention that the three of them were pure rough men, and as long as they had clothes to wear so that they weren't naked, they were satisfied, so they bought them very quickly.

But Ma Wanglin and He Miao are different. Even though Ma Wanglin is a martial artist, she is also a girl, so she is much more particular about her clothes.

Right now, the two most precious girls in the group are trying on their swimsuits.

This is why Chen Mo and Gu Feng were waiting in front of the fitting room.

"No, don't laugh at us."

He Miao's voice trembled slightly. She was different from Ma Wanglin. Ma Wanglin was always generous and would never care about such things.

He Miao, on the other hand, is a typical young girl and still feels shy.

She especially showed off her figure in front of three boys her age.

boom!

The door to the fitting room on the other side opened, and Ma Wanglin walked out wearing a sports swimsuit.

"How is it? Is it alright?"

"..." Chen Mo and Gu Feng glanced at Ma Wanglin, then continued to look forward to He Miao's swimsuit.

"What do you two mean?!"

Ma Wanglin grabbed Chen Mo's collar. Was her swimsuit really that unattractive?

"It's fine, it's fine..." Chen Mo nodded perfunctorily; Ma Wanglin's swimsuit was really nothing to look at.

With a flat chest and a stocky back, only her wheat-colored skin and long legs are truly attractive.

As for the rest... to be honest, it's better to look at men.

"Tell me! Is my figure really that bad!?"

After releasing Chen Mo, Ma Wanglin grabbed Gu Feng by the collar.

"Not bad, not bad, very good."

Gu Feng silently looked away, anticipating He Miao's appearance.

"..." Ma Wanglin fell completely silent. She loosened Gu Feng's collar and returned to the fitting room.

"Isn't this swimsuit a bit too revealing?"

With her face flushed, He Miao pushed open the door to the fitting room, revealing only her face.

But Chen Mo and Gu Feng still managed to catch a glimpse of the swimsuit through the gap, and then they fell completely silent.

"Take your time trying it out, we'll wait for you over there."

Chen Mo and Gu Feng both sighed and sat down in the store's rest area, looking very disappointed.

A question mark popped up on He Miao's head. She looked down at her clothes and saw that there seemed to be nothing wrong with them.

...

"You know... why isn't there a single girl in our team who's even remotely attractive?"

Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, Gu Feng fell into deep thought.

Ma Wanglin is a sporty girl with a tomboyish personality; her front is flat and her back is not very interesting.

He Miao, on the other hand, has the complete physique of a child; if you look at them for too long, people will suspect that they are prostitutes.

"Can't I at least have a stunningly beautiful woman to look at?"

"I'm not ugly, and I'm young, rich, and highly capable..."

Gu Feng touched his angular chin, feeling somewhat dreadful about life.

"Who can argue with that..."

Chen Mo and Gu Feng sat in the rest area, watching all sorts of beautiful women passing by in front of the door and couldn't help but sigh.