A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1860

After yelling at his granddaughter, Zhang Jiuling politely bowed to Ye Fan and walked him out of the house. Lu Ziming did the same. Zhang Jiuling only sighed a breath of relief after Ye Fan had left.

The former didn't understand why, but the few minutes he interacted with Ye Fan felt as long as a century.

Even after Ye Fan had left, Zhang Jiuling suffered from the aftereffects. The latter felt as though he had just had a near-death experience.

Sigh...

"Sword Saint and the others truly made an unwise decision all those years ago.”

Recalling the past made Zhang Jiuling sigh deeply.

Then, Ye Fan was gravely wounded, and it was a great opportunity for both the War God Castle to build a rapport with him. At that time, a simple display of pity would have greatly benefited the martial arts world in China.

If they had rescued Ye Fan, the martial arts world of China would surely have gained a powerful ally.

Unfortunately, they turned a blind eye to his suffering. As a result, their actions earned them a powerful enemy.

Ye Fan had said that he no longer hold any grudges against the martial arts world in China and would call everything even.

However, Zhang Jiuling could hearthetruth in Ye Fan's tone. The guy still harbored hatred and anger toward the War God Castle and the martial arts world of China.

"Given his talent, he will surely surpass Chu Yuan in the future. Our country has wronged him, and that was equivalent to making an enemy out of a fighting expert," murmured Zhang Jiuling. He felt bad about the situation.

Lu Ziming nodded as well. "The War God Castle isn't the only one who made a mistake. The entire martial arts world of China owed that young man too much.

"In the past, I assumed that Chu Tianfan was just a brat who didn't care about the greater good or the country. I even thought he was just a bloodthirsty

demon.

"It wasn't until last night when I realized who he truly is, and I found out how heavy the weights on his shoulders are. He had quietly endured so much misunderstanding and hatred from so many people. "If you or I were in his shoes, we'd both crumble from the pressure.

"Perhaps that is just how destiny worked. Only an incredibly talented person like him can face the malicious intent coming at him from all directions," replied Lu Ziming before he sighed.

Zhang Jiuling, however, was confused to hearthat. "Wait, what did you say earlier? Did you say something about who he truly is? What are you talking about? Isn't he just the renowned Mr. Chu of Jiangdong? Does he have another identity?" asked Zhang Jiuling curiously.

Lu Ziming shook his head and replied, "That is just one of his less accomplished aliases. If you know who he truly is, I'm certain you will be even more impressed."

He grinned bitterly because he felt as though he was the only person in the country who knew Ye Fan's

true identity.

Sword Saint, King of Fighters, and the others would probably never have guessed it, but the truth remained. Mortal Spark, the person they regarded as a leader of the martial arts world in China, was none other than Ye Fan, the person they left to die all those years ago.

"Tell me!"

Zhang Jiuling became even more curious.

He dragged Lu Ziming into a private room to discuss the matter in detail.

Zhang Zixi, who was outside the door, pouted angrily. "Mr. Chu of Jiangdong, huh? Isn't thatjust a local hooligan? Why are they so afraid of him? Ugh, I can't believe they call him an incredibly talented person. As far as I am concerned, he is just an arrogant punk. There's nothing incredible about that guy."

The Zhang family regarded Zhang Zixi as the most talented person of the century, so she was always at the center of attention. That day was the first time she was neglected.

Ye Fan and the others never paid attention to a single

word she said.

Even her own grandfather had neglected her. The only time he had his attention on her was when he scolded her.

To Zhang Zixi, who had been worshipped by others her entire life, that was simply unacceptable.

"Hah! I'd like to see just how powerful the so-called Mr. Chu of Jiangdong really is."

Zhang Zixi left after her grandfather and Lu Ziming went into another room.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, headed back to the place he rented.

His trip to Jiangbei was, in a way, a success because he got his hands on the clover herb.

It was time, so he would have to leave after Junie treated his illness.

With that, he would lose all excuses to stay with Qiu Mucheng and her son. He could no longer protect them from behind the scenes.

That was why he was planning ahead. I must find someone to keep them both safe. It'll be the last time I act as a husband, and this will be the last gift to the woman who used to sleep beside me.

"Ye Fan, why are you home so late? Even Junie got home ages ago. Be honest with me. Where have you been?"

It didn't take long before Ye Fan reached the place he was staying.

As usual, Tangtang stood at the side of the road and waited for him.

She was especially attached to Ye Fan.

He walked over and picked her up before stroking her head and smiling lovingly at her. "You little rascal. How many times have I told you? You should wait at home. It's dangerous to stand out here on your own when it's late at night. Someone might kidnap you," said Ye Fan as he pinched her chubby cheeks.

"Ah, stop pinching my face. You'll make me look fat," complained the kid right away.

"Oh, I just remembered something. We have to hurry home or Junie will finish all the food," urged Tangtang after she recalled something.

Ye Fan, however, grinned and replied, "There's no need to hurry. I have to deal with a few men first because they have been following me around for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, numerous men revealed themselves from the shadows.

Those men moved quickly and had both Ye Fan and Tangtang heavily surrounded soon after.

It didn't take long before a series of rustlings stopped. The men glared, and their eyes looked as dark as demons' eyes. By then, they had already locked in on their target-Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan..."

Tangtang was petrified. The eerie aura and hostile environment had turned her face pale.

"Don't worry. I am here," cooed Ye Fan while smiling.

Surprisingly, his nonchalant style made Tangtang feel safe.

It was as though the man in front of her could keep her safe, even if the apocalypse were to happen.

As they spoke, the men surrounding them moved aside.

Then, a woman with a black windbreaker walked over.

She was beautiful, and her eyes glowed with power.

Her gaze locked in on Ye Fan as soon as she showed up.

"You're Mr. Chu of Jiangdong, right?"

Her voice and proud tone intrigued Ye Fan. "Ah, so you know who I am... but who are you?"

"You..." growled Zhang Zixi. Ye Fan's words had completely enraged her.

So he never saw me when he dropped by the Zhang family's residence today, huh?

Sometimes, ignoring someone was the most insulting thing to a person.

"There is no need for you to know that.

"All you need to know is that this is Jiangbei, not Jiangdong. This is not a place where you can bully

others.

"My grandfather wishes to retire, and that is why he compromised earlier. It's the only reason he let you do whatever you please.

"However, the same cannot be said for me!

"You have until tomorrow to leave this province.

"If you don't, I will bury the renowned Mr. Chu of Jiangdong under the Westlake."

Zhang Zixi exuded a hostile aura as she glared at Ye Fan, and her words showed that she was threatening him.

As she spoke, the armed men moved accordingly.

They fished their guns out in a timely manner, and it looked as though countless bullets were about to shootout.

Ye Fan chuckled immediately after. "You're going to chase me away with these guns?"

"You imbecile! How dare you speak to our employer in that tone? I will kill you for that!" scolded a thin man who was standing beside Zhang Zixi at the time. He was instantly enraged after hearing Ye Fan's

disses.

Ye Fan's gaze turned evil as soon as the thin man finished scolding. After that, a strong gust of wind escaped from Ye Fan's palm.

Whoosh!

Ye Fan waved his hand nonchalantly.

There, under the night sky, the thin man exploded as though he were a firecracker.

Warm crimson blood tainted the ground.

"What a noisy prick," commented Ye Fan calmly after that.

Dead silence.

It was pin-drop silence, even though the spacious place was filled with people.