A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1789

"W-Who are you people? Why have you captured me?"

Inside the room that was in complete disarray, He Yurou was restrained by ropes as thick as a lotus root and strung up from the rafters like an animal.

In front of her sat a calm elderly respectfully flanked by several attendants on both sides, and responding to He Yurou's helpless utterances was a middle-aged man.

"Why? Looks like you still haven't figured out who I am. Since that's the case, I shall let you in on it. I am Wyland, the head of the Brown family, and my son's name is Jack Brown."

The coldness of the middle-aged man's tone sent shivers throughout He Yurou's pallid face, for she was not expecting reprisal to arrive this swiftly.

"Who was the one who killed my son and a dozen of my family's men? Where is that person now? Out with it! Don't tell me that you're the one responsible either, cause how would a frail woman like you have the ability to take on so many on your own?" the middle-aged man pressed coldly.

"1-1 don't know. I don't know anything..." He Yurou merely shook her head and repeated whatever that she said.

"Not going to talk, huh? That makes me keen to know whether your hide is tougher or my whip!" cackled Wyland before he swung the iron whip in his hand at her.

Every lash that landed drew a spine-chilling trail of blood, and unto the end, the fresh crimson that oozed from He Yurou's body had dyed her entire body red. Nevertheless, she declined to divulge information of any value.

"What should we do, Mr. Tang? This wench is a tough cookie to crack. It seems that she's not going to give anything up no matter what."

Seeing that He Yurou had already passed out, those subordinates had no choice but to turn to the head of elders, Tang Xian, who was seated quietly behind them.

"Useless fools. How could I ever count on you for anything when you can't even handle one woman?" Tang Xian fumed. He had his subordinates rouse He

Yurou before he approached himself.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked her head back. "Do you still want to take any more of this, girl? Tell us what we want to know, and you won't have to endure any more of this. I'm going to give you one las chance to answer the question we've just asked. You have ten seconds, and for every second you dawdle on, I'm going to stab one of your fingertips."

Tang Xian then waved the dagger in his hand in He Yurou'sface.

"No, please..." He Yurou reflexively shook her head in horror.

"Ten!"

Unmoved, Tang Xian straight up pierced He Yurou's fingertip with the dagger in his hand.

"Nine!"

Yet another push of the blade sent He Yurou's blood flowing and her cries of anguish reverberating around the room.

"Ah... Please... No more... It hurts. It really hurts... Kill me! Kill me..."

In despair from that excruciating pain that had left her overwhelmed, He Yurou tea red up, wailed, and pleaded for these people to take her life.

Fresh out of patience, Tang Xian tossed the dagger aside and grabbed He Yurou by the throat. "I'm going to ask you for the final time. Who was it who saved you from Jack?"

"It is I!"

Boom...

When Tang Xian's voice trailed off, an angry howl emanated from the outside.

Shortly after, the doors and windows tore inward, and the walls crumbled.

Amidst the shattering rubble, that slender silhouette made its reappearance here once more.

"C-Chu Tianfan?"

Ye Fan's sudden appearance threw the masses into a positive frenzy, and the initially haughty Tang Xian was so spooked that he staggered backward and almost fell slump upon the floor. With a finger trembling in Ye Fan's direction, his eyeballs almost exploded from all the staring he did.

"Y-You..."

Unsure as to whether it was out of shock or horror, Tang Xian was dumbstruck and reduced to a shivering mess.

"What? Haven't you been searching for me, Mr. Tang? So, why aren't you happy to see me here?" said Ye Fan with a chuckle.

In the ears of TangXian and the others with him, Ye Fan's laughter sounded more chilling and petrifying than anything else.

That murderous intent thick within Ye Fan's words brought back Tang Xian's memories of that rampaging demon from back on Mount Chumen.

At this moment, the head of elders of the Chu Sect could only feel the hair on his own nape stand on ends.

However, Tang Xian did not rest on his laurels.

Immediately after his brief period of panic, Tang Xian barked out orders to his subordinates in the sternest

tone possible, "Hear me, all of you. Retreat!"

With that, Tang Xian turned, took to his heels, and attempted to leap off the edge of the building in a single bound.

Tang Xian was no fool, for daring to come charging back in fora rescue effort all by himself was an indication of Ye Fan's self-assuredness.

Judging from the intensity of Ye Fan's explosiveness, Tang Xian did not think the former looked anywhere close to being wounded to the verge of death.

As arrogant as Tang Xian was, he had a good grasp of his own limitations.

At best, he might be able to pick on a grievously wounded and dying Ye Fan. Up against a recovered and whole Chu Tianfan, though, he was courting death no matter how capable he might be. Hence, when he sensed that Ye Fan might have recovered his strength, Tang Xian turned tail and ran without a second thought.

"Are you going to flee? Then, allow me to send you all on your way!"

With a frigid gaze, Ye Fan engaged his Dragon God Body and struck out with a punch that nearly shattered the sound barrier.

Boom!

A stupendous force erupted, and Tang Xian was sent plummeting out of the window in a fountain of spat blood with a quiver and dull grunt.

With Tang Xian having escaped, the remaining few of them unquestionably pissed themselves.

This was especially the case with the head of the Brown family, who was almost in tears as he silently wondered what the head of elders' deal was.

Having spent all that effort to find my son's killer, why did you run away when he'd showed up? Shouldn't you at least take me with you if you're going to run? While all of you are trained in the martial arts and capable of jumping from great heights at will, an ordinary person like me is only going to end up crippled or dead if I tried to do the same.

"Huh? Aren't you all going to leave?" Ye Fan shifted his attention over.

Wyland smiled a bitter smile at Ye Fan. "This has all been a big misunderstanding, good sir. I-It's not my fault. It's all the Chu Sect's idea. They were the ones who put me up to targeting and capturing your woman... I've nothing to do with this..."

Speaking fawningly one moment, this middle-aged man was seen making a mad dash in the direction of the stairs the next.

"Isn't that too much of a hassle? Better for you to go out through the window."

Ye Fan smirked and followed that by firing off a sequence of palms which sent the remainder of them hurtling out of the window after Tang Xian.

"M-Mr. Chu... why have you returned..."

After he had taken care of those people, He Yurou's enfeebled voice reached his ear.

Ye Fan dashed over quickly, and when he saw the young woman wounded to an inch of her life, his fingers tightened around themselves.

Never could he have expected the world's top martial outfit to treat a hapless girl so viciously.

Curse those wretched bastards!

"I'm so sorry, Yurou. I didn't expect that you'd be dragged into this! But rest assured that sooner or later, I'll make the Chu Sect pay for whatever they did to you."

At this point, Ye Fan had a dour look about him.

He Yurou was not the first. First, it was my mother, then Angie, and now He Yurou.

Each and every one of these instances was deeply etched into Ye Fan's psyche.

In the beginning, he had only hoped to receive an apology from the Chu family, but now, with the accumulation of further aggrievements, Ye Fan had already seen through the Chu family and recognized their true nature.

At the same time that thoughts about exterminating the Chu family festered, it simultaneously stirred an irrepressible desire to act on it within him.

"I shall not rest until Chu Yuan dies and the Chu Sect is no more!"