A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1534

RUMBLE!

A thunderous voice reverberated throughout the atmosphere and left Mount Van shaking.

The King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and Tang Hao were so startled that they stood up.

"Can you sense this power?"

"Is it a supreme grandmaster?"

Sword Saint and others instantly looked solemn.

They dashed out to look for the owner of the voice.

However, he was long gone by the time they arrived at the foot of Mount Van.

Only a wooden box roughly the size of a coffin lay on the ground quietly.

"He couldn't have gone far." "Let's give chase."

The King of Fighters and the others didn't open the wooden box right away. Instead, they split up and went running after the culprit.

An hour later, the King of Fighters and the others returned to the foot of Mount Van.

"Did you catch him?" Everyone asked each other after they came back.

But they all shook their heads in response.

"I ran for hundreds of kilometers but didn't find anyone suspicious. If God of War were around, there was no way he could escape considering how fast and alert he is," sighed Tang Hao somewhat angrily. Mount Van was the holy ground of the Chinese martial arts circles, so they naturally felt that someone had challenged their authority.

"Never mind. He probably doesn't mean any harm and is just here to deliver a package," said Sword Saint rather calmly.

After all, he hadn't sensed any evil intent

from the man.

Also, the man had sounded calm and didn't seem to have anything against them.

Sword Saint and Tang Hao looked at the huge package beside their feet. They looked at the King of Fighters in unison and asked, "Did you order something?"

Mo Gu-Cheng looked lost. "No, I didn't. I never shop online. Also, I didn't buy anything recently."

"That's odd. If this isn't your package, why did he ask for you to sign for it?" Tang Hao felt puzzled about it.

Although they hadn't seen the man, judging from how powerful his shout was, he was certainly a supreme grandmaster!

It sounded mindboggling for a supreme grandmaster to work as a courier.

Also, the recipient of the package was clueless about it.

"How would I know?" the King of Fighters shrugged before he continued, "Perhaps someone is trying to harm me. God knows what's in the box."

The King of Fighters kicked the box as he spoke and sent it flying.

He wondered what was in the mysterious package.

The wooden box broke into smithereens with a bang.

Judging from the sound, the King of Fighters didn't hold back.

The wooden box lay completely shattered two meters away from them.

The sound of bones breaking could be heard as the wooden box split apart.

It was accompanied by an agonizing howl.

"AHHH!"

An agonizing scream came as a silhouette flew out from the battered box to fly a thousand meters away before it landed in the forest and went out of sight. The King of Fighters and the others were stunned.

Tang Hao was especially caught by surprise. He glanced into the distance before looking at the King of Fighters and asking quizzically, "Was that...a man?"

The King of Fighters nodded. "I think so. It seems I was right. Someone is trying to send a Trojan horse to me. The man must have been hiding in the box and waiting to assassinate me. Fortunately, I outsmarted him and got to him first. Not even a supreme grandmaster could have survived that kick of mine."

The King of Fighters stood with his hands behind him as he spoke proudly.

Tang Hao laughed and gave the King of Fighters a thumbs up. "You a genius. That possibility hadn't crossed my mind."

Then he said, "Let's go check it out. I want to see who had the guts to hide in a wooden box to assassinate the King of Fighters."

The King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and Tang Hao headed to the forest in search of a corpse.

Supreme grandmasters had keen senses, so they found the man in no time.

"Huh? He's actually still alive? Why didn't he die after taking on the King of Fighters' kick?"

Tang Hao and the others could already hear the man moaning in pain before they went far.

"Humph, he just got lucky." The King of Fighters looked angry.

Despite being a mighty supreme grandmaster, he had been incapable of kicking the assassin to death.

The King of Fighters undoubtedly felt embarrassed by the mishap, so he got ready to deliver another kick.

"Don't kill him. We have to keep him alive

to question him."

Sword Saint hurriedly stopped him.

After they went closer, they detected something amiss.

The King of Fighters was the first to notice this.

However, he did not say anything.

Tang Hao candidly said, "Hey! Don't you think this guy looks familiar from behind? King of Fighters, doesn't he look like your boy?"

The man was curled up on the ground as he convulsed slightly.

Sword Saint and the others could only see his back and not his face.

Just by looking at him from behind, Tang Hao and the others started to feel suspicious.

"Nonsense!" shouted Mo Gu-Cheng angrily. "My son is so talented and strong.

How could he end up being sent to me in a parcel? An enemy from abroad must be out to get me! I will slaughter him now!"

The King of Fighters' deep voice was furious and he strode over briskly.

"Did you have to throw a temper? I was just making an observation." Tang Hao shook his head and smiled helplessly as he watched the King of Fighters march past him. He quickly ran after the King of Fighters, afraid that the latter would kill the intruder in a fit of rage.

BAM!

Sure enough, the moment the King of Fighters approached the unknown man, he kicked him hard again without even looking.

"Tell me! Who are you? Who sent you here to kill me?" shouted the King of Fighters furiously.

The man rolled on the ground several times before he coughed more blood.

The man stubbornly raised his head using the last of his breath and whispered indignantly, "D-dad, it's me, Wu-Ya!"

BAM!

That was the last of Mo Wu-Ya's energy. He collapsed after saying those words.

The moment Mo Wu-Ya fell, everything went quiet.

Sword Saint and Tang Hao were both stunned.

Mo Gu-Cheng stared with his eyes wide as though he had been struck by lightning.

Their eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

In an instant, all three of them were stunned.

Mo Gu-Cheng was especially shocked. His eyes were bloodshot and he felt as though his heart was bleeding.

No one knew how he felt like now, given

what he had done to his own son.

Was it regret?

Was it self-blame?

Or was it guilt?

Mo Gu-Cheng never imagined the person inside the parcel would really turn out to be his own son.

And he had almost killed his own son.

"My son!" the King of Fighters' shout echoed loudly after a long silence.