A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1245 Who's Calling for Me?

Ye Fan's voice echoed for a long time in the restaurant.

Everyone's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

What the hell? Could this guy get any more pretentious than this?

They thought that Ye Fan had snapped and was going to fight all the other martial artists who came with Reilo.

But after waiting for so long, Ye Fan merely wanted a refill of his tea?

Everyone looked at Ye Fan even more strangely now.

"Who is this fellow?"

"That strength was incredible!"

"He actually sent Reilo flying with just one slap!"

"He looks like an Asian though."

After they finally snapped out of their shock, the other people in the restaurant began to murmur among themselves.

Even the young lady weeping on the floor looked in shock at the youth who was absorbed in drinking his tea.

She didn't think that Ye Fan would turn out to be this strong either.

Even though she had sensed that Ye Fan was different from other people, the prowess that Ye Fan had shown earlier was definitely way beyond her expectations. Reilo had managed to defeat her Grandpa Nuo so soundly, but Ye Fan managed to send him flying with just one slap.

"Could this man be a grandmaster?"

Even though many people in the world had never come across a grandmaster, this young lady had.

Most of the older men in her family were grandmasters.

The strength that Ye Fan had displayed earlier seemed similar to the men in her family.

But while everyone else was still reeling from the shock, the other Indian martial artists were boiling mad.

"Bro! Are you alright?!"

"Reilo! Say something!"

Reilo's companions had run over to where Reilo had collapsed and kept calling his name.

But Ye Fan had really slapped him hard. Reilo was still convulsing and his mind was still completely blank. No matter how his companions called for him, he couldn't respond at all.

"You bloody bastard! How dare you use such underhanded means to make a sneak attack on our brother!"

"We're going to kill you today!"

Reilo's companions shouted murderously at Ye Fan as they charged at him.

They were furious after seeing how badly injured Reilo was. None of them felt that this young man was capable of causing Reilo such grievous hurt by his own ability and felt that Ye Fan must have made some sneaky attack that Reilo hadn't been able to block in time.

They couldn't imagine how a young fellow like Ye Fan would otherwise be able to be any match for Reilo.

But just when all the Indian martial artists were about to combine their attack on Ye Fan to avenge Reilo, Ye Fan shook his head and chuckled.

Everyone watched with bulging eyes and a shocked expression as the young man lifted up the cup of tea before him and sprayed everything into the air.

The tea splashed in all directions.

Each droplet that flew out from the cup gathered energy within itself to become as sharp as steel knives!

The tea leaves within the cup shot out like well-sharpened swords.

The tea and its leaves flew right past all those Indian martial artists.

The tea that had been flung into the air became a weapon.

The clothing of Reilo's companions were torn and blood spurted from the cuts the tea made.

They flew several meters out as they shrieked in pain and crashed to the floor, clutching their wounds and groaning miserably.

Bright red blood had stained their long sleeves.

"Good heavens!"

"What just happened..."

"Was that..."

"Tea leaves could become knives and water droplets could actually become swords? What the hell did I just see?!"

Ye Fan's seemingly magical skills floored everyone in the restaurant again.

They were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Many of them jumped up from the seats in alarm as they widened their eyes at this sight.

Since these people were here to join in the fight for spirit energy fruits, they were all very highly skilled fighters from their respective countries.

They thought they had seen everything. But this was something they had never seen before.

Their mouths were gaping wide and they nearly forgot to breathe.

Nobody expected this nondescript youth in the corner to shock them time and again like this.

"Ahhhhh..." "Gosh, it hurts..."

"OW..."

The Indian martial artists groaned in pain on the floor. Their wounds weren't fatal, but the cuts all over their bodies made them feel like they had just been scorched by fire, and it was truly very hard to bear. Ye Fan finally looked at them properly in the eye.

He waved the empty teacup in his hand and looked at the pitiful looking men strewn all over the floor with a mirthless smile on his face.

"Aren't all of you going to get lost? If you don't get lost now, you're going to suffer more than just superficial injuries," Ye Fan's sinister laughter echoed slowly in the restaurant.

Such malicious words coming out of the mouth of a harmless and friendly looking youth made everyone's hair stand on end.

Before the Indian martial artists on the floor could even move, all the other customers in the restaurant who were just standing around to watch the good show suddenly rushed out of the restaurant like a swarm of bees.

Ye Fan was so terrifying that they were all too scared to remain in the restaurant anymore.

The Indian martial artists were also petrified, so they did their best to get off the floor despite the pain they felt. They helped to support one another and hobbled out of the restaurant.

But perhaps these men were still feeling indignant inside, so before they walked out, they suddenly stopped and turned to look back at Ye Fan. "Sir, you are truly highly skilled in martial arts and we are in awe of you. But we have lost today not because the Indian martial arts circle is weak, but because the few of us were not your match. Could you let us know your name? That way, we can continue to learn from you in the future," said the Indian martial artists in a neutral tone of voice.

Even though they sounded calm, they still looked indignant and hateful. It was clear that these people wanted to take revenge in the future.

"Don't tell them your name! These people are really despicable! If you tell them who you are, they will take revenge on you and might even try to harm your friends and family!" the young lady kneeling on the floor quickly cut in to advise Ye Fan. She had been a victim herself and didn't want Ye Fan to become a victim too.

But Ye Fan wasn't worried about such things. He ignored the young lady's advice and replied the men, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm from China, and my name is Ye..."

Just before he uttered the word 'Fan', Ye Fan suddenly spotted Lv Hua coming back from the bathroom. He changed his mind and suddenly said, "My name is Lv Hua!"

"Lv Hua from China, was it?" the Indian martial artists repeated his words, then said nastily, "Excellent, Lv Hua. We'll remember you. We'll see you against someday! Let's go!" The men scoffed coldly, then turned to hobble out of the restaurant.

"Huh? Who called for me?" Lv Hua heard his name as he walked back into the main dining hall and was very puzzled.

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