A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1378 Public Enemy

Reimon really couldn't understand why Brahma would have done such a thing.

Wasn't that as good as drawing hate towards the Indian martial arts circle?

Nobody would dare to offend Brahma himself because he was a supreme grandmaster, but everyone else in India's martial arts circle was going to suffer.

Reimon knew that if this matter wasn't properly resolved, Indian martial artists were going to be targeted and attacked everywhere they went.

"Reimon, the Indra has always been an arrogant man and never cared about the consequences of killing others. Leaving a message behind after proving his prowess is pretty much in line with his domineering personality. At the very least, everyone will truly be afraid of him now," remarked one of Reimon's team mates.

They didn't think there was anything strange about this behavior.

To them, all supreme grandmasters were arrogant and did whatever they liked without caring about anything else.

Leaving their name behind after a massacre without any fear of the revenge that might come after them really wasn't anything to be surprised about.

"It's true. But while he's made a name for himself, all of us are going to suffer for it. Oh forget it, we're not responsible for this anyway. Let's go back and report this to Folo Palace, and see what they decide to do," sighed Reimon. He dragged his injured body back to India.

Even though Brahma possessed the highest level of martial arts in India, he had only become famous in the last 50 years. He didn't have as much experience or standing as his seniors who had become famous before him.

So the person that the Indian martial arts circle looked up to was still the elderly leader of Folo Palace, the almighty grandmaster who had controlled India's martial arts circle for nearly a century -King Folo! This international mystery had finally been solved.

Martial arts circles around the globe were furious after they found out that Brahma had been the one behind the massacre.

32 countries sent a petition to India, requesting that India's martial arts circle give an acceptable explanation and apology. Some of them also asked Folo Palace to hand Brahma over to be punished publicly so as to avenge the ones who died.

In just one night, the reputation that India had painstakingly built for its martial arts had shattered.

Almost every faction of martial arts in the world was rebuking India and accusing them.

This matter did not only affect their reputation and image, but many international partnerships were also called off as a result.

Many of their martial artists who had gone abroad to hone their skills had been sent back.

Everyone was against India right now.

This matter blew up so badly that even the ordinary mundane world was affected.

Many friendly exchanges were terminated.

Some business projects suffered partial losses.

The prime minister of India was incensed by this matter.

The martial arts world and the mundane world were ruled separately after all.

He never interfered with any martial arts matters because Folo Palace was in charge of that.

But this time, he had no choice but to give King Folo a call, because the country had suffered so badly in terms of their foreign relations with other countries.

At the same time, Folo Palace was not faring any better.

King Folo in particular, was going mad from everything that was happening.

"Where's Brahma?! Why isn't he back yet? Send people out to look for him! I want him back here, dead or alive, I don't care! This little bastard! He's created such a disaster for the Indian martial arts circle and he thinks he can just hide himself?!" King Folo bellowed furiously within the palace.

The phone on the desk behind him couldn't stop ringing.

King Folo initially took the calls personally, but it became too difficult to handle the people calling and there were way too many calls as well, so he got his subordinates to handle the calls.

"King Folo, it's a call for you," reported one of his subordinates.

King Folo waved his hands. "Say I'm not in."

"I think you should take the call though... the prime minister is on the line."

"What?" King Folo frowned slightly.

"Why is he calling? He's never interfered with the martial arts side of things," thought King Folo as he walked over to take the call.

"King Folo, what on earth is happening? What sort of martial arts leader have you been? How could something like this happen? Do you know how badly it has affected our country? You'd better make sure this matter blows over as soon as possible!" The prime minister started his angry tirade before King Folo could even say anything.

King Folo's expression darkened but he didn't reply and kept quiet.

"King Folo, why aren't you saying anything? Did you hear me or not?" came the same angry voice over the phone.

This time, King Folo replied with a nasty expression on his face, "You'd better show some respect when you speak to me! If you dare to speak to me this way again, don't say I didn't warn you beforehand. Also, just deal with your own matters. Do not interfere with the martial arts side of things, because you can't. I hate it when others tell me what to do. The last person who did that died by my sword!"

PAK!

King Folo slammed the phone back down on the receiver and sauntered off.

The prime minister was probably too stunned for words.

Everyone at Folo Palace was stunned too.

All the servants and subordinates were in admiration of King Folo's domineering personality.

What did it mean to behave like a king? That was how!

He argued back to the leader of a country and didn't bother to sound polite even!

The last thing that King Folo said was an even clearer display of his power.

Their prime minister probably ended up peeing his pants in fear.

"This world respects the strongest after all. Once you are strong enough, then you can boldly disregard all else the way King Folo does," exclaimed many people within the palace.

That was why martial artists were so highly revered despite being such a small percentage of the population.

It was because they held strength and power in their hands.

King Folo continued to send people out to hunt Brahma down.

At the same time, the upper echelons of Folo Palace were thinking of a way to deal with this mess.

"We've got to settle this as soon as possible. The protests against our martial arts are getting more and more vehement. I'm worried that if we don't say anything soon, they will force the International Martial Arts Union to sanction us. If that happens, we will be in an even more difficult position," said an older man in a white turban worriedly.

The International Martial Arts Union was like the United Nations of the martial arts world.

If the International Martial Arts Union decided to sanction India, then all their martial artists would become the world's public enemy.