A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1368 Crisis

But these people were met with nothing but silence.

Ye Fan stood where he was quietly and didn't say a word.

His blood covered face did not show any emotion whatsoever.

It was as if he was a statue and not a living human being.

"Mr Ye? Won't you say something? Keeping quiet isn't going to solve anything. We really don't have any evil intentions and we honestly just want a chance at getting the treasure. Besides, you're probably going to get into trouble sooner or later since you're so badly injured but you're also carrying such valuable items on hand. Those who carry valuable items are always targeted after all. If you hand the items over to us, then you'd be free of this danger," continued the same man. He was on the plump side and spoke in a very friendly and humble manner, smiling throughout his speech.

But even though he had said so much, the

young man in the middle of the crowd didn't bother to respond to him at all.

Just when the plump man was getting a little impatient, Ye Fan finally moved his lips slightly.

Everyone was instantly excited, thinking that Ye Fan was finally going to cooperate with them.

To their surprise, Ye Fan wasn't going to hand anything over. He only had one icy cold word for them.

"Scram."

He didn't say this word loudly, but it could send shivers down everyone's spine.

Everyone was shocked by this response.

They didn't expect Ye Fan to remain so complacent and audacious despite being threatened by so many of them and having no way of escaping.

"Shit! I tried to be nice and this is how you respond? Did you think we're really scared of you just because you're a supreme grandmaster? You're now like a toothless tiger, so why should we be afraid? I thought I'd be nice and save you some dignity. But since you don't care for it, then don't complain that we're ganging up to bully you!" cursed the plump man angrily at Ye Fan. He lost his patience and stopped trying to speak kindly to Ye fan..

After he was done shouting at Ye Fan, the plump man turned to say to the crowd, "Everyone, you saw that, didn't you? This little punk would rather die than to hand the treasures over to us. Since that's the case, let's not waste any time on him. Let's combine forces and slaughter him right here! He doesn't want to hand them over, so we'll take them ourselves!"

"He's right! Hesitate no more! Let's attack him together! We'll kill him in one fell swoop! As for the treasures he has, it's first come first served!" Reilo chimed in to instigate the crowd.

The greedy hearts of the crowd were instantly set ablaze.

A number of people in the crowd instantly leapt up to attack.

They were like arrows shooting out from bows as they charged towards Ye Fan.

They swung their swords wildly as they thrust their bodies forward.

The moment one person led the way, the remaining people in the crowd stopped hesitating.

"Punk, I'm going to kill you!"

"You asked for it!"

"Those treasures are ours!"

Countless figures dashed forward in an instant, stirring up a whirlwind.

The flurry of attacks seemed to cover the sky as they poured towards Ye Fan from all directions like the waves of the ocean.

All their attacks were directed at where Ye Fan was standing.

They roared with threatening expressions and a greedy glint in their eyes.

These people were like man devouring wolves as they made their way swiftly towards Ye Fan.

"Wave Riding Palm!"

"Running Thunder Sword!"

"Six Beam Slash!"

Every single person unleashed the best move they had.

Each one chose their most fatal techniques.

Even a lion used its full strength just to catch a rabbit. There were many of them attacking Ye Fan at the same time, but none of them dared to underestimate him or let their guard down. Ye Fan was a supreme grandmaster after all.

Even though Ye Fan was heavily injured, a

toothless tiger was still a tiger. If they weren't careful, they might still end up injured or dead.

Nobody dared to be careless at this point.

As everyone launched their attacks at the same time, the entire place was thrown into turmoil, like a pot of boiling water.

The attacks were like hundreds of rivers that flowed towards the sea.

The energy that was unleashed was enough to shake the whole area.

It split the ground and caused the mountains and rivers to tremble violently.

All the tall trees in the vicinity broke apart and fell like glass crashing to the floor.

The little makeshift tent that they were drinking in earlier was overturned and all the barrels of alcohol inside exploded.

The hard liquor spilled onto the ground and was impossible to save.

"My wine! My wine! That's all money! You assholes! Why can't you fight further away from my business?!" The old man's heart felt like it was bleeding when he watched all the barrels of alcohol explode before his eyes.

"Grandpa, this is not the time to care about your wines! Hurry up, let's leave right now! Otherwise, we're going to explode just like those barrels!" shouted his granddaughter anxiously when she realized that he grandfather was more bothered about the loss of his alcohol stock.

She dragged her grandfather along and quickly made a run for it.

Meanwhile, everyone's attacks had come together and were only several meters away from Ye Fan.

In just a few more seconds, they were going to watch Ye Fan be completely beaten to a pulp from the weight of their combined attack.

"Haha! Just die! I, Reilo, am going to complete what the Indra had failed to do!"

"What a stupid boy! You could have lived but you insisted on choosing the path that leads to death."

"Wouldn't it have been better if you just handed the treasures over? Look at the situation you're in now! Even the gods can't save you now!"

Some were smiling threateningly, some were mocking Ye Fan and some were uttering words of disdain.

The wind howled and the clouds trembled.

Ye Fan was now in a terrible crisis and a target of many martial artists.

The crowd thought that they would see Ye Fan struggle in despair and howl in misery.

But they were sorely disappointed.

Despite being in such peril and with no way out in sight, this young man remained as calm as ever.

There was no emotion on his face as he stood where he was quietly.

There was no fear, no despair and no cries of hopelessness.

All they got was a frosty stare from his bloodied body.

Just when their combined attacks were about to fall on him, the young man looked up.

He looked at the clouds in the sky, looked at the forest around him, looked at the ants and dirt on the ground. His quiet and eerie laughter soon filled his surroundings like the rumbling of thunder, piercing everyone's ears.