A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1218 A Threat

The instructors of the various military camps had become laughing stocks alongside the joke that the National Special Troops Contest had become.

Everyone was going to find out that these high and mighty instructors couldn't even beat a young man.

The thought of the mockery that was to come darkened the faces of these instructors.

Lin Qing-He hurried towards them and began pleading with them for help.

"Commander Han, these scoundrels barged into the military camp and caused a scene during our contest. Shouldn't you do something about it? They should be punished severely! The members of the Green Dragon Force were blacklisted by the military and have just severely injured our soldiers. They should be put down. We can't let them off like that. We must teach them a lesson!" snarled Lin Qing-He as he pleaded for Han Ping and Zhu Rong to arrest Ye Fan and the Green Dragon Force.

Han Ping and the other chief instructors held no personal grudges against Ye Fan and the Green Dragon Force. They weren't going to make enemies of the latter because of something that Lin Qing-He had said.

"Commander Lin, please don't get worked up," consoled Han Ping. "The Green Dragon Force might have done something wrong but they were only following orders. Your wrath should be directed at the man who commands them instead."

"Instructor Han, are we going to allow them to do whatever they want in the Jiangbei military camp then? Are they allowed to injure anyone they want? They've just maimed every member of the Eagles Force!" argued Lin Qing-He vehemently when he realized that Han Ping didn't have any intention of butting heads with Ye Fan.

Han Ping patted Lin Qing-He on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Commander Lin. We won't stand by and do nothing. You'll get your justice." Having said that, Han Ping and the other chief instructors approached Ye Fan. The tone that he took with Ye Fan was condescending as he studied the young man curiously. "Are you Ye Fan, the young man who was cast out of the Jiangdong military?"

No matter how amazing Ye Fan might seem, he was still a young man and their junior.

They weren't going to accord Ye Fan too much respect.

But Ye Fan didn't spare him a single glance nor reply his question. That annoyed Han Ping.

The instructor frowned and the tone of his voice took on a frosty note. "You don't seem to know who I am. I understand. You're a young man with little experience, after all. Let me tell you who I am then. I'm Han Ping, a general in the military and the chief instructor of the Jiangbei military."

"Han Ping?" Ye Fan looked up then. A flicker of emotion rippled across his eyes. Han Ping smiled secretly. He thought Ye Fan had indeed heard of his famous name.

He was a well-known figure in the military and was hardly surprised by Ye Fan's startlement. What Ye Fan said next overturned his assumptions and nearly drove him to an early grave. "My apologies. Never heard of you," said Ye Fan.

"You..."

Han Ping's face darkened with anger. His knuckles cracked loudly as he tightened his hands into angry fists.

"How dare you! You insolent young punk, how could you not know who Instructor Han Ping is? You should be ashamed of your ignorance. Instead, you appear to have taken it in your stride. I see that your ignorance has made you bold!" thundered Zhu Rong as he walked out. He had been watching the entire exchange and couldn't take it anymore.

Before he could continue his reprimand, Han Ping stuck his arm out and stopped him.

Han Ping stared at Ye Fan coldly.

"I'll forgive you on account of your youth. However, you barged into the Jiangbei military camp and ordered your subordinates to attack and injure our soldiers. I have every right to punish you for what you've done. But I'm a merciful man. We have discussed and decided to spare your life."

"Apologize to Commander Lin and foot the medical bill for the Eagles Force's treatment. We will let you leave if Commander Lin agrees to forgive you."

"The Green Dragon Force is to remain in Jiangbei. You will have nothing to do with the Green Dragon Force from now on. I will take over as their instructor. These are good soldiers who show great potential. You'll only lead them astray. Jiangbei will be their home. Have you heard what I just said to you?" said Han Ping with a steely voice and his hands folded behind his

back.

His words were that of a command that demanded Ye Fan's obedience and submission.

Ye Fan burst out laughing.

His peals of laughter thundered loudly and revealed his disdain and scorn for the man before him.

Rascal, why are you laughing? We've shown magnanimity and decided to spare your life. You should thank us. How dare you laugh at us! You're really asking for it!" Han Ping and the others were livid. The former had tightened his fist while Zhu Rong had begun hurling curses at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan simply smiled and shook his head.

"I'm laughing at your naivety and your ignorance! You can't hurt me at all. Do you really think you have any say over whether the Green Dragon Force stays or goes? How laughable! I was the one who created the Green Dragon Force. I taught them everything that they know. Who are you to speak so shamelessly and try to steal my men from right under my nose?"

"Silence!" bellowed Zhu Rong furiously. "You punk, don't push us too far! You've committed a grave misdeed today. We've shown you mercy by allowing you to leave. Instead of showing your gratitude, you speak with disrespect and insult us. We're the chief instructors of our respective military camps."

"All of us aren't to be trifled with. Instructor Han Ping came from a family of grandmasters. His uncle is listed in the grandmasters' ranking in China. I am the one whom everyone knows as the Northwestern Tiger. Instructor Lan Xing is a disciple of a powerful master from Shaolin and a master of Shaolin Boxing. You can't afford to offend anyone of us! If you know your place, you should apologize to Commander Lin and leave right now. Otherwise, you'll share Lu Tian-He's fate!"

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