A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1051 Use My Name

"What? Ten minutes? Are you kidding me? Do you really think one can make a coffin in just ten minutes? It's not that easy, you know? Did you think that I could just mold one out of clay or something? Look, if you're in a real hurry, you can just find a piece of land next to the river, take this shovel and dig a hole for the body. But honestly speaking, even digging a hole big enough will take more than ten minutes," said the wood carpenter in a flurry after hearing what the young man said to him.

Wood carpenters were artisans who produced intricate work.

Making him produce a coffin in ten minutes wasn't just an insult to the coffin itself, but also to his occupation as a wood carpenter.

The boss of the shop was irritated by this request that he just waved his hands about to tell the young man to get lost and stop getting in his way.

BAM!

But once the boss had finished ranting, a loud blast was heard.

The young man in front of him slammed a palm onto the long table in front of the boss.

Wood shavings flew into the air and the table that measured a meter high was turned into powder instantly.

"What the..." The boss was instantly stunned.

His eyes were huge and he was so frightened, he thought his soul had left his body.

That table had been made from Schmidt's Birch.

This was wood that was known to be as hard as metal and rocks.

In order to create this table, the boss had spent so much time and effort into shaping it, and ruined so many electric saws in the process.

He never thought that the slam of a human's hand would actually disintegrate such a sturdy table like it was merely made from tofu.

The boss didn't dare to imagine what would happen if that palm had slammed on his body instead.

"Ten minutes. Are you taking up this job or not?" The young man looked down at the boss as his emotionless voice asked him again. The boss was already scared out of his wits.

He didn't dare to refuse the young man. He nodded profusely and replied fearfully, "I'll do it, I'll.....I'll do it."

Even though the boss knew that this was an impossible mission, he still agreed to it anyway.

In order to complete it in the shortest time possible, the boss had to find materials in his own house.

He even used the boards of his own bed so that he could reduce the amount of work required.

Just like that, the boss really managed to put a coffin of sorts together in ten minutes, because he was really afraid of dying.

But it was really more appropriate to call this a shelf more than a coffin.

The boss had clearly just nailed a few wooden boards together.

But since he didn't have enough time, this was the best that the boss could come up with.

"S-sir...will this...will this do?" asked the boss fearfully.

He wasn't confident at all. This coffin was the worst thing he had ever made all his life.

But the young man actually nodded.

"It'll do. As long as it can fit a human, it'll do," replied the young man coldly. He picked up the coffin and left the shop.

After this grim reaper left the shop, the boss finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

But before he could truly relax, the man at the door suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

The boss suddenly felt his heart leap into his mouth again.

There was only one thought in his mind now.

Was this young man going to silence him?

The young man had done something so suspicious after all. He had specifically said that he wanted a coffin that was big enough to hold a human. This cold blooded and violent person had got to be some really vicious thug.

It didn't seem strange for the young man to kill the boss off in case he called the police.

The boss quickly broke down and cried out in fear, "I...I won't say anything! Please, please don't kill me! I won't tell anybody about this!"

When the boss pleaded with the young man, the young man turned around to face him. His striking features were frosty.

He looked down at the boss in front of him and his icy voice rang, "Three days later, come to Mufan Group's headquarters to get your payment. You just have to tell them you're looking for me, Ye Fan." These simple words echoed for a long time in the shop.

By the time the boss found the courage to look up, the young man had already left the shop.

The boss collapsed onto the floor after barely making it through this ordeal. He panted heavily and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

That was truly terrifying.

"Oh my god...who was that man just now? Why did I feel like I was facing the grim reaper?" The boss couldn't stop wailing in terror.

After a long time, the boss finally regained some composure.

After a long period of hesitation, he finally took out his phone and called the police.

"Hello, is this the police? I suspect that there's a murderer in this area."

"What? Who is he? I don't know him. Oh wait, he said that his name is Ye Fan, and he's from Mufan Group."

After hanging up, the boss immediately closed for the day.

It was going to take him a long time for him to recover from the shock he experienced earlier.

But the boss had no idea what sort of storm he had just stirred with this phone call.

A few minutes later.

Wu Wei-Tao had just gotten into a car in front of a bungalow. This car was headed for Haiyuan Restaurant because he was going to congratulate Lu Ming-Feng at his banquet. Just then, a phone call came in. "Hello, this is Wu Wei-Tao speaking."

"What did you say? Mr Chu is back? How is that possible? Isn't he dead?!" Wu Wei-Tao's expression changed dramatically.

His aging face turned deathly pale.

Wu Wei-Tao had known Ye Fan for a long time now. How had Ye Fan managed to make a name for himself in Yunzhou and rule over Jiangdong at such a young age?

Ye Fan had managed to do it through his vicious and decisive means!

At the battle in Mount Tai Hall, Ye Fan had shocked Jiangdong when he had killed Wu He-Rong with one punch.

After that, he swept through the cities of Jiangdong aggressively and eventually flung the richest man in the province, Zhao Wu-Ji, into the river and killed him.

He made the Meng family go bankrupt and fall apart, he made the Chen family in Jianghai give up their position as leader in Jiangdong to him, and he had made every influential person in Jiangdong look up to him.

Everyone felt their stomachs churn when they heard about how vicious and ferocious Ye Fan could be.

This was a man who would take revenge on even the smallest matter.

Wu Wei-Tao didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Ye Fan seriously came back to Jiangdong alive. What sort of bloodied storm was going to hit the province?

"Han, is this information reliable?" asked

Wu Wei-Tao again. This was a very serious matter.

"Mayor Wu, we're still investigating the details of this matter. But a carpenter did call in to say that a man who called himself Ye Fan told him to build him a coffin and also told the carpenter to get his payment from Mufan Group in three days. But we're still not sure if that man was Mr Chu or not, since we're still investigating."

"But to be on the safe side, I think it's better that you don't attend the banquet at Haiyuan Restaurant today. If not, I doubt you'd be spared either. We both know Mr Chu for a long time now, so I'm sure you know what sort of methods he uses, right?" came a low and foreboding voice from over the phone.

Wu Wei-Tao didn't say anything, but the regret and fear in his heart was slowly seeping through the rest of his body.