A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1883

"What happened then?" the billionaire asked.

The boatman continued to talk freely. "Lu Songliang was at the peak of his life after the Supreme title was bestowed upon him. Who would have thought a man would suddenly show up with a sword and killed off numerous fighters of Westlake? Even Lu Songliang, the head of the Lu Clan, was also killed."

The boatman continued in admiration, "In the end, the entire Westlake was bathed in blood. Even Heart Island, which always had lush vegetation, was completely scorched. After that, Westlake was closed for more than a year, and no tourists were allowed to enter. It has only been reopened recently, and Heart Island, which you see now, has been repaired and renovated after the brutal battle."

Unexpectedly, the billionaires on the boat burst into laughter as soon as the boatman finished.

"Dude, did you read too many novels? I admit that your story is vivid, and most audiences would think that parts of it did indeed happen. If we aren't firm believers of materialism, we might have fallen for your mystical story by now."

The other billionaires shooktheir hands and chuckled.

The boatman stared at him and said, "You don't believe me, do you? You're thinking that I made up these stories?"

"Hahaha... Mister, it's not that we don't trust you, but your story is simply too outrageous. How can someone massacre so many people in a society that embraces the rule of law? Besides, if that person committed premeditated murder by killing that many people in Westlake, it would have become major news. In that case, why aren't we aware of such news?"

The other billionaires continued to shake their heads, thinking that the old boatman had made up such an absurd story.

After a while, one of the billionaires said, "Mister, I'm afraid he's right. In today's modern world, the era of fighting and killing with cold weapons has passed. No matter how sharp a sword is, it is no match for a bullet. Anyone who rushes to Westlake to kill others with a sword will be shot dead by snipers within seconds."

The next moment, another billionaire added, "Well, I did hear about the tragedy in Westlake. Back then, the Lu Clan's stage collapsed and led to many deaths in the lake. However, there were no so-called fighters involved. In conclusion, it was an accident and not a mystical incident."

All billionaires thought the boatman was spouting nonsense.

After all, it was difficult for ordinary folks to believe stories that sounded like a fantasy.

At most, they only treated the boatman's story as a legendary tale.

"How short-sighted! You don't think it's true because you didn't see it. Moreover, you think I'm spouting nonsense because it's something beyond your understanding! It's up to you whether you believe it or not. You have limited knowledge about it, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong."

The boatman was a prideful man. He decided not to continue sharing the story since they thought he made it up on his own.

The billionaires couldn't help but laugh again. Then, one of them asked mockingly, "Yes, we're indeed short-sighted. Since you are so sure that a fighter, who is strong enough to destroy the world, has obliterated the Lu Clan, do you know who he is?"

The billionaire continued with a grin, "We know that you're very experienced. Since the fighter is a prominent figure, I'm sure you must know his name."

It appeared that the billionaires intended to expose the boatman's lie.

The boatman sneered, "Well, you're right. I do know his name. Anyway, you don't have to mock me. Judging from your attire, I can tell that you are rich. The places I have visited and the things I have seen are no match for yours. After all, I've spent almost my entire life rowing the boat on Westlake and have only seen the sunset here.”

After pausing for a while, the boatman added, "However, even though it may be true that I have seen lesser things than you, I have listened to stories galore. After all, I have rowed the boat for decades, of which more than ten thousand customers have boarded it.

"A few years ago, a few tourists from other provinces visited Westlake and told me the story. The fighter's name is Mo Wuya. He is the son of Mo Gucheng, the King of Fighters. Also, he is one of the most outstanding young men in China's martial arts world nowadays."

The boatman shared the story proudly. At that moment, he seemed like a knowledgeable professor who was teaching his fellow students a valuable lesson.

"Mo Wuya? Who is he? Did you say he is the son of the King of Fighters? Well, it does seem that he is a powerful figure then."

The billionaires were still puzzled by the whole story, and some began to think that the boatman had made the name up.

"Hah! What nonsense!" Just when everyone was feeling suspicious, someone suddenly huffed in anger.

They turned around and saw a young man with a darkened expression.

Chu Wenfei said mockingly, "Mister, can you not spout nonsense if you don't know the truth?"

He couldn't help but stop the boatman from continuing.

One of the billionaires scoffed. "Hahaha! See, even the young man thinks that you're talking nonsense. As we have said, all these mystical stories are nothing but hogwash."

At that, the other billionaires laughed out loud while shaking their heads.

The next moment, Chu Wenfei said firmly, "You must have misunderstood me. I'm not saying that the boatman's story is nonsense. Instead, I'm saying that the name he mentioned was wrong. I was there during the battle, after all.

"After arriving at Jiangbei, that person killed Lu Songliang and took down half of the heroes in Westlake. The boatman didn't lie about that. The fighter is as real as you and me!

"However, Mo Wuya was not the fighter's name. Instead, the fighter was a young man named Ye Fan, the lord of Jiangdong and my biggest arch enemy. Even though I was the one who had the last laugh in the end, I can't allow you guys to discredit all the things he had done!"

Hearing that, the boatman was startled by Chu Wenfei's overbearing aura.

The next moment, the boatmen apologized repeatedly and explained that he had heard the story from others. He also added that he didn't mean to offend anyone.

"It's okay. I only hope that you won't forget his name," Chu Wenfei murmured.

The brutal battle back then had since been engraved in Chu Wenfei's mind.

After the battle, he upended his impression of Ye Fan and started looking at how the world worked from a new perspective.

Apart from that, he finally realized that many things were beyond his knowledge.

"Young man, did you read too many novels as well? Do you really believe a man could defeat that many fighters and scorch the island alone? Come on, just stop with the nonsense." "As humans' strength has its limits, the most we can do is to break a huge stone apart. Only the characters in novels are capable of destroying the world."

With contempt evident in their eyes, the billionaires started mocking Chu Wenfei and the boatman.

Figuring that they were simply too naive, Chu Wenfei couldn't be bothered to explain it to them anymore.

After all, just like them, he used to believe that only the things he knew were true.

As such, anything beyond his imagination was pure nonsense.

Nevertheless, Chu Wenfei eventually realized that he was pathetic for having such a mindset in the past.

He was now aware of the fact that the ignorant ones would always prefer mocking others for knowing too little.

"Perhaps Ye Fan thought I was the ignorant one back then."

A myriad of emotions stirred within Chu Wenfei as memories of the past flashed through his mind.

As they conversed, the ship had arrived at the island.

Once the billionaires got ashore, the quiet island suddenly became lively.

Those from the Meng family sat on the seats at the top. It was as though they were kings waiting for their subjects to worship them.

At that moment, no one knew that a thousand meters away from there, a man could be seen walking alone.