"Hey, you stinking beggar, you're ugly, but your words are big. Tell me then, how do you plan to buy my bun stall?"
The bun stall guy said while rolling up his sleeves.
He was about to teach Mrs. Jin a lesson.
Mrs. Jin was bold. Even in her current sorry state, she was bolder than most people.
"How I buy the stall, what's it to you? What, you want to hit me? Come on then! I don't believe under broad daylight, you'd dare hit someone!" Mrs. Jin said.
These words not only made the bun stall guy laugh but also made the nearby vendors chuckle.
A small beggar, spouting nonsense was one thing.
But acting like a big shot, now that was unbearable.
"You think I won't hit you, you stinking beggar!"
With that, the guy pushed Mrs. Jin with one hand.
Mrs. Jin, already weak, stumbled from the push and couldn't keep her balance.
She staggered back several steps and finally fell down hard, yelping in pain while holding her backside.
She looked like a clown.
