The shirtless man, his temper flaring, slammed his hand on the table and shouted:

"Little sister, we've invited you several times already, are you not giving me face?"

Yan Ning looked up at the shirtless man. He was burly with bulging muscles, a fierce look on his face, and an unfriendly glint in his eyes.

Yan Ning took a sip of water and said calmly, "Speaking of face, fine, then I'll take a look at your face."

"Your nostrils are exposed, which makes you prone to losing money. You have a vertical line between your eyebrows, a dark spot between your eyebrows, and dark circles under your eyes."

The shirtless man frowned and said somewhat impatiently:

"What is that blonde girl muttering about? How dare she comment on my face!"

"Let me put it simply: you're about to get beaten up, understand?"

Yan Ning raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

There was no fear in her eyes, but rather a hint of contempt.

Upon hearing Yan Ning's words, the shirtless man's anger flared up instantly.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at Yan Ning, and shouted:

"Who are you calling a 'beater'? On this street, I'm the only one who beats others up; no one else dares to beat me up!"

The man's shout drew the attention of everyone around him.

The vendors stopped what they were doing, and the customers also stopped in their tracks, watching the commotion with curiosity.

In an instant, the once bustling street became quiet.

Just then, a shout came from behind them:

"Zhang Laosan, I've been looking everywhere for you, and here you are!"