A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1244 Boss, More Tea Please!

"My goodness, Reilo, you're amazing! You even managed to chase out these powerful fighters from China."

"India's martial arts circle is getting more and more formidable. It won't be long before India becomes the most powerful in Asia."

Some people within the crowd in the restaurant knew Reilo and started exclaiming in admiration.

The martial arts world had gone through a lot of changes, and right now, there was one circle that rose above everyone else. That one circle wasn't a particular country - it was Chu Sect. The entire martial arts world recognized Chu Sect as the most powerful martial arts power, followed by the various martial artists from their respective countries.

China was a country with many millennia of martial arts history. Even though they had suffered a tremendous loss after their huge fight with Chu Sect, putting them several centuries back, the appearance of the six pillars of the nation helped to push China's martial arts back onto the scene in Asia.

But China's martial arts position wasn't the most stable.

Japan was now back on the rise with the reappearance of Tsukuyomi Tenshin, while India had also gone on a meteoric rise in recent years. 30 years ago, a martial arts genius, Brahma, had appeared, and the battle that shot him to fame was the one within the Amazon rainforest.

Back then, after a long drawn out battle, the Chinese got their hands on the spirit energy fruit.

But on their way out of the forest, Indian martial artists attacked them.

Even though he was faced with eight imminent grandmasters, Brahma managed to turn the tables on them singlehandedly. He killed four of China's imminent grandmasters and the rest who managed to escape were all injured.

As a result, Brahma became famous overnight, landing himself a spot in the international grandmaster ranking, and also making India the overall winner of the last fight for the spirit energy fruit.

With the help of the spirit energy fruit, India had groomed countless grandmasters over the last 30 years and their martial arts ability had improved by leaps and bounds. Many of them were famous internationally and was threatening to overpower China soon.

And now, Kong Ming had chosen to back off. Everyone left in the restaurant felt that there was really no stopping India from becoming more and more powerful in martial arts.

"Most powerful in Asia? It's only a matter of time. But the Indian martial arts circle is aiming for more than that," said Reilo proudly with a valiant and ambitious voice.

This wasn't his own ambition. This was the ambition of his country's martial arts circle!

Reilo didn't spend too much time on this topic. He turned back to the girl kneeling and crying in front of the old man on the floor.

"Young lady, there's nobody left to protect you now. Be good and come along with me, then you can be spared of more physical pain. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you tonight..." Reilo became even more audacious after the two Chinese martial artists had run off. His words were even more explicit now.

"Gosh, Reilo, what an animal you are. You won't even let a young girl like her off? Aren't you afraid of flattening her?"

"You have no idea, do you? Their country has this sort of tradition. They like them young."

Most martial artists were uncouth men, so there was a lot of dirty talk whenever they came together.

Reilo ignored all the onlookers.

He continued to stand where he was and looked at the crying girl as if he was

admiring his prey.

He loved the feeling of being able to kill at will and control other people's lives. This gave him the satisfaction of a hunter.

But the girl ignored Reilo's words and continued to cry in the old man's arms.

Reilo was in no hurry since he didn't have anything else to do anyway. He ordered for more dishes and wine so that he could sit down and slowly watch this young lady continue to struggle pointlessly.

But the fight earlier had broken most of the tables and chairs in the restaurant, so even though there were enough tables for Reilo and his men to use, there weren't enough chairs.

Reilo looked around and his gaze eventually landed on a young man sitting in a corner.

"You over there! Get your chair over here so that I can have it!" yelled Reilo.

But the young man continued sitting in the corner and looked out of the window as he drank his tea, as if he hadn't heard a single thing. He didn't even glance at Reilo.

"Punk! Are you bloody deaf? I said, get that chair you're sitting on over here right now!" barked Reilo as he tried to suppress his anger. He sounded like a tiger that was ready to pounce on its prey. Everyone was sure that if that young man continued to ignore Reilo, he was going to die horribly.

But to everyone's surprise, the young man still refused to pay Reilo any attention and continued to sip his tea in a leisurely manner.

After he finished his tea, he even exclaimed to himself, "This is really good tea!"

"What the fuck?! You're asking for it!" The young man's reaction had really infuriated Reilo this time. He gave an angry shout as he slammed the table in front of him, breaking it into several pieces. Reilo marched over and raised his palm to slice it towards that audacious youth as if it was a saber.

PAK!

Every single person in the restaurant watched as the harmless looking youth who had been drinking his own tea calmly all this while raised his hand quietly and slapped Reilo across the face.

The entire restaurant fell silent.

A cool wind blew and made the fallen leaves rustle.

The young man pulled his hand back, picked up his teapot and refilled his cup before taking another sip.

A young man sat at a table, having his tea while the gentle breeze blew. He looked so otherworldly and elegant, it was as if he was a painting and not a real person.

As for the domineering Reilo who swore to trample China's martial arts world underfoot, he had gone flying right out.

He lay on the floor as he foamed at the mouth and convulsed uncontrollably.

Half his face was all red.

One could almost see his white bones through the terrifying wound on his face.

"What the..."

"Oh my god..."

It felt as if time had stopped.

All the laughter and chatter stopped.

They held their food in midair, and weren't able to put their glasses down as everyone looked on in utter disbelief

Their eyes were as wide as saucers and they couldn't believe what they just witnessed.

Everything had happened too suddenly.

Just moments ago, Reilo was still showing off his might and boldly declaring his dream of conquering China's martial arts circle.

But in the blink of an eye, he was convulsing on the floor like a dog that was having a fit.

This 180 degree turn of events seemed like a dream to everyone in the restaurant.

Nobody would have expected that quiet and inconspicuous youth would actually slap a highly skilled martial artist almost to death so easily.

Shock, horror and terror instantly flooded everyone's hearts.

Nobody spoke for a long time.

After a long time, Ye Fan raised his head and looked in front with a deep gaze.

Everyone felt their hearts tighten because they thought that this young man was going to continue his killing spree, and some of them were prepared to jump out of the window to run if necessary. Just when everyone felt their hearts nearly leap out of their mouths, Ye Fan's voice

rang out, "Boss! More tea please!"

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