Urban System in America-Chapter 99 - 98: What? You wanna hit?

If he ever became an escort... I’d spend my entire salary just for a night. Hell, I’d take out a loan. Sell my organs. My house. My neighbor’s dog. Anything.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the inner chaos his existence had triggered, Rex calmly continued browsing the nearest rack of shirts. flipping through shirts with quiet interest. He examined fabric quality, cut, and color, genuinely trying to decide what looked best on him.

A sudden, soft sigh pulled his attention. He glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow. freёnovelkiss.com

The salesgirl beside him stood frozen, completely lost in thought. Her expression was shifting rapidly—first dreamy bliss.Then, it shifted to flustered confusion. Then—oh no—pleased giddiness. And now...

Was she... drooling?

Sure enough, a thin, glistening line of drool trailed down the corner of her lips, catching the light like a tragic string of pearls.

Rex blinked, utterly baffled.

He coughed gently, raising a subtle hand to the corner of his mouth.

She didn’t react.

He gestured again.

Still nothing. Her eyes were glazed over in a full-blown romantic coma.

Finally, on the third attempt, the girl snapped out of her reverie like she’d been struck by lightning. Her eyes darted to his, wide with confusion.

Rex made the same gesture once more, barely holding back a smile.

She stared, puzzled.

He gestured again.

Finally Realization dawned like a slap and her eyes went wide.

A horrified squeak escaped her lips as she spun around, frantically wiping her mouth. Her face flamed a deep scarlet.

Kill me now. Please. I’ll dig the grave myself.

Not wanting to deepen her embarrassment, Rex, ever the gentleman, turned back to the shirts, acting as if he’d seen nothing. His expression remained cool and serious.

Behind him, she stood frozen in place and kept her head bowed, half-buried in shame, wishing she could disappear through the floor.

How am I supposed to face him now? Should I just resign? Fake my death?

But just as she mustered up the courage to say something, Rex turned with a light nod.

"I’ll take this," he said, pointing to a neatly folded set of shirts.

Her heart jumped in panic. "Wh-which one, sir?" she asked in a voice so low it could barely be heard. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Which... which set, sir? I’ll pack it immediately."

Before Rex could respond, a familiar grating voice sliced through the air like nails on a chalkboard.

"Well, well, look who’s finally buying something," sneered the potbellied man from earlier.. "I thought you were just here to woo some rich ladies. Or maybe... trying to max out your already maxed-out credit card?"

Rex sighed, visibly irritated this time, as he turned. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaelan—who had previously blended in among the customers—beginning to move forward, but Rex casually raised a hand, signaling him to hold back.

Don’t interfere.

Kaelan stopped.

The man, misinterpreting the gesture, flinched and stumbled backward in alarm, mistakenly thinking that Rex was about to hit him.

Seeing that several other customers were now watching again, the man straightened awkwardly, coughed to steady himself, and barked, louder now, trying to save face.

"What? You gonna hit me now that I’ve exposed you?" he challenged. "Go ahead—touch me! I’ll have you arrested for assault!"

Rex stared at him, genuinely speechless for a second. What is he even talking about?

Then he stepped forward slowly, a mischievous smirk creeping across his lips.

"Dude, are you dumb or what?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "What exactly did I do? Can’t you shop without all this unnecessary drama? Are you really that bored?"

He tilted his head mockingly. "I mean, I get it. I’m handsome, and you... well, Not my fault. But come on, man. It’s not like I chose to be this good-looking. If you’ve got issues, maybe take them up with the guy upstairs. Genetics lottery, man. Tough luck."

Hearing the sharp reply, customers around them couldn’t help laughing out loud. As laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd. Even the embarrassed sales girl beside him who was still recovering from her drool incident, struggled to suppress a snort, her hand covering her mouth, but in the failed listening to his narcissist words.

The man, however, turned red with rage, his face turned the color of a ripe tomato. His fists clenched. His gut jiggled with rage as he stepped forward threateningly, arm raising.

But Rex didn’t back away.

Instead, he opened his arms wide, leaned in slightly, and said, mock-sweet:

"Oh, What now? You wanna hit me? Go on, big guy—swing. I promise I’ll return the favor by having you escorted out in cuffs. Assault and battery? I hear jail uniforms are very slimming."

The man froze, stunned by the confidence radiating off Rex. Now he was caught between his pride and his cowardice.

Another wave of laughter surged through the onlookers. Someone whistled. Even Kaelan, still watching from a distance, smirked.

Rex took a step back, brushing imaginary lint from his shoulder with dramatic flair, then turned casually to the salesgirl.

"Shall we finish the purchase?"

"Y-Yes! Right away, sir," she stammered, her cheeks still tinged pink. She turned to pack the shirts, fingers slightly trembling—not just from nerves, but awe, And her heart was pounding—not just from the earlier embarrassment, but also from the sheer coolness and charisma Rex had just displayed.

That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Is it illegal to fall in love this fast?

As for the middle-aged man, hearing Rex’s bold words, the middle-aged man abruptly came to his senses. His bravado faltered for a split second as his eyes instinctively scanned Rex’s tall, well-built frame. For someone so casually dressed, the young man stood with a quiet, confident strength that was hard to ignore. The man flinched, his bravado cracking just a little. His foot hesitated mid-step, and for a brief moment, it looked like he might retreat.

But then, the sound of soft chuckles reached his ears.

He glanced around and realized several nearby customers were watching—some with smirks, others outright amused. His ego couldn’t take the hit. He had strutted in here like a peacock, and now, backing down would mean public humiliation. That was simply unacceptable.

Desperately, his eyes darted around, searching for something—anything—that could help him regain the upper hand without losing face.

Then he noticed it.

(End of Chapter)