A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1377 Big Trouble

"Reimon, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop? Don't tell me you know who this is?" The people around Reimon noticed something amiss about him and started asking.

Reimon forced a smile and quickly explained, "N-no, I don't know who this is. This fellow is from China, so how could I possibly know him?"

He smiled sheepishly and quickly tried to draw the line, but he sounded a little guilty.

"In that case, what are you waiting for? Let's go! We've got to demand an explanation from China!" someone else hurried him along.

"Er..." Reimon looked very awkward and wasn't sure what to do.

He initially hoped to use this matter to deal a heavy blow to China's martial arts circle, but this head turned out to belong to an Indian instead.

This was as good as digging his own grave.

"Reimon, why don't we just keep insisting that this head belongs to a Chinese and has nothing to do with us?" one of Reimon's team mates suggested.

"You want to keep insisting? Do you think the Chinese are as dumb as you? China will be able to determine who this head really belongs to with a quick check! Unless I destroy this head, it's impossible to hide this head's identity for long." Reimon had clearly realized how serious this matter was.

It was best to quickly destroy this head before anybody else from another country recognized who it really was.

Even though he wasn't able to push the blame to China anymore, at least it would get India out of trouble.

But while Reimon was still wondering how he should get rid of the head in his hands without a trace, someone suddenly started shouting.

"Everybody! There are words on the tree! There are words carved into the tree!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to the shouting and looked at the tree he was talking about.

They found the words: Since you dared to kill my fellow Indian martial artists, I will make sure every martial artist from around the world accompanies my brothers in hell!

The words were written with great flourish and were carved quite deeply into the wood.

Just looking at it made everyone feel a tremendous pressure come their way.

One's handwriting reflected one's characteristics.

It was clear that the person who had carved these words must have been a supreme grandmaster!

While everyone was still stunned by the pressure from these words, Reimon and his companions instantly paled.

They started to take steps backwards and were hoping to sneak off while everyone else was still distracted.

There was no way they could hide the truth anymore.

If they didn't run for it now, they might die here!

But sometimes, it was impossible to escape.

"And where do the Indians think they're going? Don't you think you owe all of our countries an explanation?" Someone noticed their movement after Reimon and his team took just a few steps.

Countless furious and hateful stares turned to look at them.

It was as if those stares were knives and swords that had been placed on their necks. Reimon and his team nearly peed their pants in fright.

"It's a misunderstanding, everyone, there's been a misunderstanding somewhere. Or rather, someone has tried to frame us. I know! It must be China! Someone from China must have done this to frame India! That must have been what happened! Everyone, please calm down, don't be fooled by these underhanded Chinese martial artists!" explained Reimon in a pale face as he looked frantically at the crowd. "Misunderstanding my foot!" Someone lost his temper and kicked Reimon immediately. Nobody in the crowd was willing to listen to his explanation anymore.

"I was wondering why you were dawdling at the back! So you realized that this head belongs to a fellow Indian martial artist, didn't you? How dare you say that War God Castle has framed you? You're the one framing them! You're the one trying to make us think it's China! You Indian martial artists are really scheming! How dare you fool us like this! If we hadn't noticed these words in time, we would all be fooled by you!" "That's right! I got information some time back saying that the Indra, Brahma, has appeared in the Amazon rainforest. I suspected earlier that it might have been him. Now, my suspicions have been confirmed! All of this is enough to prove that our martial artists were killed by Brahma! Reimon, if you don't give us a satisfactory explanation for this massacre, we won't let this matter go!"

"That's right! We won't let this matter go!"

Everyone was shouting angrily.

They looked at Reimon and his team with frosty and sinister gazes.

Reimon was really terrified by the fury from the crowd.

"Please, please calm down, please calm down! There's no point in getting angry with me. I'm...I'm just a junior and I don't know anything. Besides, there...there might really be a misunderstanding here," Reimon tried to explain to the crowd again as he got up from the ground and looked miserably at the crowd.

He was on the verge of tears and his heart was terrified. These people might suddenly flare up and kill him here.

"Misunderstanding again? How dare you still call it a misunderstanding? You bloody asshole, give my brother back to me!!" A riled up man dashed out from the crowd and dropkicked Reimon in the face. Reimon yelped and flew out, crashing to the ground with blood and teeth mixed in his mouth.

Once that man started, the rest also dashed over and started bashing up everyone in the India team so as to vent the anger and hatred inside their hearts.

After a long time of bashing, Reimon and his team didn't look like themselves anymore.

Their bodies were covered with blood and they could barely breathe.

"Go back and tell Brahma that he's gone against the international agreement by massacring our martial artists. If he

doesn't give us an acceptable explanation for all this, none of us will let this matter go! We will not let the elites of our countries die for nothing! Humph! Let's go!" came an angry shout from the crowd. Everyone then left and went back to report to their respective countries.

They didn't kill Reimon and team because they wanted them to go back to India and get Folo Palace to answer for what happened.

"Reimon, are you...are you alright?"

The Indian martial artists finally dared to get up long after everyone had left.

Their own faces were swollen, but they came over to ask after Reimon.

Reimon didn't reply them. His heart was filled with bitterness and anxiety.

"We're really in big trouble this time. But seriously, don't you think the Indra is really stupid? It's one thing to kill so many people, but why did he have to leave a message? How stupid does one have to be in order to do something like that?!" Reimon was both angry and upset, and his expression looked worse than if he were crying.