Mr. Yang was somewhat suspicious, but he still sent people to smash it up.

After leaving the scene in a mess, Boss Yang dusted off his clothes and prepared to leave. He and eight burly men were about to walk away.

Wen Nan yawned. She was getting sleepy; these people were smashing things so slowly.

It took so long to smash the tables and chairs.

Wen Nan reached out and wiped away the glistening tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyes as she yawned.

"Are you leaving already?" The woman tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips. She looked at Boss Yang as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.

Mr. Yang instantly felt a chill run down his spine. This feeling made him feel like a fish on a chopping board, completely at someone else's mercy.

But why does Mr. Yang have this feeling?

There were only five people on the other side.

Boss Yang and himself made nine people. Boss Yang shook his face, the fat on his face jiggling as it drew a small arc in the air.

He straightened his back. There were many of him. In a fight, who was he afraid of?

Wen Nan picked up the broken table and chairs next to him.

She raised an eyebrow with a half-smile, patted the broken piece of wood from the table in her hand, as if testing its strength.

“You destroyed my tables and chairs, you have to pay for them. I took a look… eight tables. The chairs need to match.” Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Boss Yang spat on the ground.

"We're here to cause trouble, don't you understand? Pay up? We'll never pay up in this lifetime!" Boss Yang's fleshy face showed a disdainful expression.

"Huh? What did you say..." Wen Nan swayed forward quickly, so fast that Boss Yang didn't even have time to react.

The eight people behind them didn't have time to react either.

The piece of wood in Wen Nan's hand landed on Boss Yang's neck.

The night wind blew in his face, and Mr. Yang got goosebumps all over his body.

He shuddered, staring at Wen Nan in disbelief.

“You…” Boss Yang stammered.

How come Wennan is moving so fast!

"Will you compensate me or not?" Wen Nan raised his eyebrows slightly as the sky gradually darkened.

The nights in mid-March are slightly cool.

Mr. Yang swallowed hard.

"Are you going to compensate me or not?" Wen Nan took out a short dagger from her sleeve and pressed it against Boss Yang's waist without making a sound.

Mr. Yang could sense it, but he was too obese, and his body obscured his view, so no one else could see him.

Mr. Yang trembled, his whole body shaking. The cold behind him made his spine feel slightly numb.

Mr. Yang felt goosebumps all over his scalp.

Even through the thin clothes, Boss Yang could almost feel the cold touch of the dagger; the sharp blade was right next to him.

With just a little effort from Wen Nan, the dagger would immediately pierce Boss Yang's waist.

A chill ran through my body.

"Pay up! Pay up!" Boss Yang hurriedly shouted, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He was terrified that this woman might go too far and kill him.

The eight burly men opposite them looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I don't need you to pay more compensation. You are the owner of the No. 1 Restaurant in Jiangnan. How about this, eight tables and matching chairs... I still need to open for business tomorrow."

"Tell your guys to move the table over here." Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Mr. Yang's gaze swept over the simple tables in front of him.

His restaurant, the No. 1 in Jiangnan, uses only the finest tables, each one exquisite, some even carved with intricate patterns.

Using his to offset... that's not appropriate, is it...?

Mr. Yang swallowed hard.

"Hmm? You're unwilling to pay?" Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Listen to her, you all hurry up and move it." Boss Yang took out his sleeve and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On the dark street, the group of burly men arrived with great fanfare, but left completely bewildered.

I can't figure out why... Mr. Yang changed his mind so suddenly.

Eight burly men carried tables and chairs from the Jiangnan First Building to the small stall in Wennan.

Wang Hunzi, standing nearby, stared in disbelief, then could only eat peanuts to hide his astonishment.

Mo Laosan, who was sitting next to him, felt thirsty and drank a cup of tea.

"I already told you. Don't worry, don't worry."

When Zhang Ruyu and Lu Yanqing returned, they saw this scene.

Eight burly men kept carrying exquisitely crafted tables and chairs into Wen Nan's small stall.

The stalls in Wennan were in a complete mess.

Then the eight strong men cleaned Wen Nan spotlessly.

Mr. Yang was covered in cold sweat.

Everything is done.

Boss Yang looked at Wen Nan cautiously, "That's enough, the compensation is done... You can take it now."

Wen Nan calmly put away the dagger.

Mr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Ruyu was speechless when he saw that the simple tables had all been transformed into high-end openwork tables.

"What's going on here?" Zhang Ruyu asked around, then saw Boss Yang and eight burly men.

"Boss Yang saw that our tables and chairs were too simple, so he sent us some over." Wen Nan raised his eyebrows slightly, and Boss Yang ran away as if fleeing.

Mr. Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Hearing Wen Nan say this, he trembled with anger. He didn't do it willingly! He was forced!

Inside, Chef Chen came out carrying the dishes. He heard this.

Master Chen said cheerfully, "Oh, Mr. Yang is such a kind man. Have you eaten yet? Eat with us."

Chef Chen was cooking inside, unaware of what was going on. He heard a commotion and realized that Mr. Yang had come specifically to deliver tables and chairs.

Master Chen is the oldest, and he is kind and approachable.

He waved to Mr. Yang, like an elder in the family, inviting him to stay for a meal.

Boss Yang gave a forced smile and looked at Wen Nan, saying, "You just wait."

His words were full of threats, but Boss Yang spoke them haltingly, without a trace of authority.

Who would have thought that a woman from Wennan would hide a dagger in her sleeve?

He came to cause trouble, but all he had was a stick.

But I didn't bring any sharp objects.

But Wen Nan would often leave knife marks on Boss Yang's back.

Mr. Yang was terrified.

He flicked his sleeves, as if he were about to flee.

Lu Yanqing's gaze fell on Wen Nan; of course, he didn't believe it.

It must be Boss Yang who came to make things difficult for Wen Nan, because Wen Nan stole Boss Yang's business.

Boss Yang came to cause trouble, but Wen Nan responded with violence.

Violence begets violence...

Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes slightly. Why did this word appear in his mind? Wen Nan always prided herself on being gentle in front of him.

But Lu Yanqing was well aware that she wasn't gentle in public.

He simply didn't expose her; if Wen Nan called it gentle, then it was gentle.

Wen Nan pulled Lu Yanqing to sit down at the table.

After dinner, we can close up shop.

Those simple tables had all been smashed, and new ones had been added... They were definitely much nicer than the old ones.

It didn't cost any money... and I also upgraded the tables and chairs.