Spirit Kite Douluo: I'll Buy You the Most Fashionable Wig, Master.

"You pathetic Third!"

"Come on!"

"Let's take this outside and settle it one-on-one!"

Yan's booming shout rang through the restaurant like thunder.

He thrust out his thumb and pointed fiercely toward the door, his honest-looking face now filled with undisguised arrogance and confidence.

After saying that, he could not even be bothered to glance at Tang San again. With his head held high and chest puffed out, he swaggered outside first.

His majestic, high-spirited back radiated the tyrannical aura of "I'm the best in the world."

Tang San's face twitched violently as another surge of fury rushed straight to his head.

This bald bastard!

This idiot who had been trembling like a quail just moments ago!

He actually dared to humiliate him like this!

He clenched his fists tightly, said nothing, and strode after him.

Naturally, the other people in the restaurant would not miss this spectacle of the year. One after another, they followed outside, ready to watch up close.

Angel Rakshasa Dong finally came to her senses, her beautiful eyes instantly lighting up like searchlights.

Rubbing her hands together, her face full of eager anticipation, she trotted after Yan.

"Go, little baldy!"

Her encouraging voice sounded especially grating to Yan.

"My free labor depends entirely on you!"

"Pfft—"

Yan, who had been swaggering along, stumbled at the words "little baldy," nearly falling flat on his face.

He abruptly turned around and glared at Spirit Kite Douluo behind him with an incomparably resentful look.

It was all your fault!

All because of you, you useless master!

You burned all my hair off!

Feeling her disciple's resentful gaze, Spirit Kite Douluo, whose skin was usually thicker than city walls, actually felt a rare trace of embarrassment.

She gave a dry cough and immediately made a promise to salvage her dignity