A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1365 The Skinny Youth Going Past the Pub

Several tents were pitched along the river in the outskirts of the Amazon rainforest.

A sign was put up ahead of these tents, and the words 'Demigod Pub' were written on it.

An old man and his grandchild were yawning as they waited in front of the sign, clearly waiting for customers to walk in.

"Grandpa, have you lost your mind? Why did you open a pub in such a secluded place? Only a ghost would come here to drink! You're going to waste the little bit of savings we have!" grumbled a young lady in two adorable ponytails at her grandfather. She put her hands on her waist and pouted at him.

But the old man continued to smoke his cigarette as he lay on a hammock and didn't look worried at all.

"Nono, why are you so anxious? If I say there will be customers, then there will definitely be customers. Your grandfather has never done anything that would make me lose money. Believe me, we're going to make a killing this time round. I've already heard from many others that several rich folks entered the rainforest some days ago. It's about time they're done hunting for the treasure they want and they'll come out soon. They have to pass through this place to exit the forest."

"Think about it. Those people have spent such a long time in this dense forest and walked for so many days, so they must be really exhausted by now. Once they pass by this place and smell that wonderful and alluring smell of alcohol, they won't be able to resist it. All of them are going to walk right in and have a drink or two. They will be able to take a good rest and drink to their hearts content here. Who wouldn' choose to do that?" said the old man gleefully. He exhaled a large amount of cigarette smoke, causing the girl beside him to cough uncontrollably.

Just when the old man had finished saying these things, some men really walked out from the dense forest in front of them.

"Oh? There's actually a pub here? How interesting. This boss is pretty smart in setting up such an establishment at this spot. Brothers, I'll treat everyone to a drink! We've worked so hard in the forest for the past few weeks, so it's high time we got to relax and rest our feet."

Just as the old man had predicted, these men were unable to resist the temptation of a few drinks after a tough time in the forest. They couldn't wait to get into the pub to enjoy a glass or two.

From that moment onwards, the old man enjoyed a roaring business for several consecutive days. His little makeshift pub was always fully occupied and his customers were all the martial artists who had come from various nations to seek the treasures within the forest.

"Nono, what do you think now? We're going to make a killing, right? Hoho!" The old man was so happy to see so many customers.

Furthermore, every customer was filthy rich, so even though this grandfather and granddaughter duo sold their drinks at ten times the market rate, these martial artists paid up anyway.

But of course, not everyone was here just for drinks. Some just wanted to find a nice place to take a rest, and take the time to catch up with their international friends.

However, their conversations eventually all led to one name - Ye Fan.

"China is really doing well in terms of martial arts. Before this, there was a young supreme grandmaster called Chu Tian-Fan too. It was a pity that he died after an aerial attack from the Japanese army." "But in barely half a year, this Ye Fan has appeared. He was at the same level as the Indra, Brahma! This level of prowess definitely makes him a supreme grandmaster as well." "China is indeed where martial arts originated. Countless geniuses and talented martial artists have emerged from the country, and it's really where the true spirit of martial arts lies." Many people were singing Ye Fan's praises, and complimented him to no end.

"Humph! What true spirit of martial arts? It's just a cursed nation, if you ask me," snapped a nasty voice from among the crowd.

If Kong Ming and his companions were here, they would have recognized the owner of this voice as one of the Indian martial artists who Ye Fan nearly killed.

The owner of this voice was Reilo.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Everyone turned towards Reilo curiously.

Reilo took a sip of his drink and snorted. "Isn't it obvious? Which one of those martial arts geniuses from China met with a good end? That Chu Tian-Fan ended up getting blasted to death. This Ye Fan has been heavily injured by our Indra, so even though someone managed to rescue him at the last minute, he's definitely doomed."

"So what if you're gifted? You're still going to die young anyway. So if you ask me, China is really just an unlucky place. I'd advise all of you to stay far away from those Chinese martial artists, otherwise you're all going to be as ill-fated as them," sneered Reilo sarcastically.

The two countries were already at odds to begin with, and Ye Fan had killed so many Indian martial artists during this time in the rainforest. This made Reilo hate the Chinese martial arts circle even more than ever. He simply couldn't sit here and listen to everyone praise Chinese martial arts to the sky.

Everyone started nodding after hearing this.

"He's right. All the gifted martial artists from China have all met with terrible ends recently. 30 years ago, the disciple of Sword Saint from China's War God Castle was on the rise, and everyone thought that he would eventually inherit Sword Saint's position in the martial arts world. But in the end, he died at a young age at someone else's hands. It's really a curse. This Ye Fan is probably doomed too." "It's too early to say that now. There's something really scary about this young man, you know. His will to live is really incredible, and even though the Indra had attacked him so viciously, he didn't die on the spot. Who knows? He might break this curse and survive this ordeal!"

Everyone had differing opinions on this matter.

But Reilo laughed even harder when he heard some people support Ye Fan.

"Oh please. That Ye Fan was pierced by the Persian King's sword, so his internal organs were already damaged. After that, our Indra made an attack on him, so that definitely worsened things. Even if the gods came down from heaven to save him, they wouldn't be able to work any miracles. And even if that fellow actually managed to survive, I'm sure he's completely crippled now and that makes him as good as dead. We don't have to be afraid of such a person."

"Let's not talk about a useless fellow anymore. Instead of wasting time on this youngster, why don't we guess what treasure lies in that cave? Why did it attract the attention of so many supreme grandmasters to suddenly appear one after another?" Reilo quickly changed the topic, as if he didn't want to hear about Ye Fan anymore.

Everyone's attention was soon drawn to this new topic.

They had come all the way here for these treasures after all.

But this was the first time so many supreme grandmasters had gathered within the rainforest in many years.

It was indeed very strange.

While everyone was still discussing this matter, a skinny man dragged his bloodied body out from the forest. His steps were slow and heavy as he continued to walk on.

His entire body was covered with blood.

His expression was frosty and his gaze was sinister. A terrifying aura enveloped

his entire being.

Everywhere that he went almost froze over from the murderous energy that he emanated. Rating the Translation Will Gain Two Pearls.