"Offering ideas to solve problems? And not caring about the reward? Don't tell me you smugly tried to 'show someone the way,' only for them to ignore you completely, while your so-called solution was utterly useless, so you never got the mission reward?"
As soon as that drinker said this, Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
"How can you slander my innocence out of thin air?!"
He immediately retorted loudly.
"Slander your innocence?"
Seeing Yu Xiaogang get flustered, the drinker curled his lips into a half-smile and provoked him even more brazenly.
"Great Master, Great Master—we call you Great Master, and you really think you're some kind of master?"
"Why don't you take a look in the mirror? With that pointy mouth and monkey face of yours, are you fit to make keys? Are you? What the fuck are you fit for?"
"Hahahahaha..."
The tavern, inside and out, was instantly filled with cheerful air.
"Crude—simply vulgar language!"
Yu Xiaogang's expression grew even uglier. However, after all these years, he had become accustomed to being mocked by these drinkers. He knew that if he continued getting "worked up," he would only fuel their interest in teasing him.
So no matter how the people around him mocked and ridiculed him, openly or subtly, Yu Xiaogang gave no further response and fell silent.
The drinkers tacitly laughed and cursed at him a few more times, then lost interest and stopped teasing Yu Xiaogang. The various little groups resumed their previous conversations.
Come to think of it, perhaps Yu Xiaogang had developed some strange fetish after being mocked for so many years. He clearly knew that whenever he came to the tavern, he would be teased by the drinkers and become a laughingstock in their eyes, yet he still persistently