A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1887

Initially, when the people turned to look far into the horizon, they only saw a white blurry figure on Westlake.

No one paid much attention to it at the start, thinking that it was but a bird a distance away.

It was only when the figure came closer did the people catch a clear view of what that blurry shape was a person.

The man was swashed in green fabric.

When the wind blew, it billowed the stray hairs in front of his face.

His slender figure was proudly upright.

What stunned everyone more was that the man was walking on the surface of Westlake as if he was treading mere land. There was not a drop of water on him.

Furthermore, every time he took a step, the people could see that the lake water under his foot froze.

At that very moment, it was as if the entire place had turned into a wintry world.

As the man came closer and closer, the temperature dropped rapidly. For a moment, the people were sure that winter solstice had come.

"W-What?"

"How is this possible?"

"Is he human?"

Everyone was going insane at the sight of how water was turning into ice under his feet. They were all looking at the thin figure as if he was a ghost.

They narrowed their eyes in an attempt to catch a clear glimpse of his face, but when he was finally within range of their sight, they realized that he was wearing a dragon mask. "The D-Dragon King?"

"T-That's the god-Dragon King!" someone from the crowd cried out.

When he was younger, he had heard a tale from his elders about how there was a dragon god residing under Westlake with the purpose of protecting

Livingsfill. That dragon was also why Livingsfill had peaceful weather.

"I get it now! Our intrusion must have disrupted Dragon King's peace. The Dragon King under the lake must be angry and is now punishing us!" an elderly man yelled. No longer able to stand their yells, Chu Wenfei kicked at the elderly man.

"F*cking hell, don't you know how to shut up? Dragon King? Hah, such nonsense! Are you blind? Can't you see that it's a mask? It's someone wearing a mask!"

Chu Wenfei was scowling, wondering how the idiot had managed to get rich.

Is it that easy to earn a living in the south? How did a fool like him become a billionaire?

Chu Wenfei was baffled.

While he was still at a loss for words, Meng Chuan was starting to lose his composure.

As a matter of fact, the moment the familiar dragon mask appeared in front of him, Meng Chuan's eyes widened.

"I-It's him? It's that guy? But... But that's not possible! I've already sent someone to deal with him. By now, that brat should be full of holes! No, that's not him. It can't be him." After a brief moment of panic, Meng Chuan regained his senses.

He did not believe that the masked person in front of him would be the same person as the one who had crossed him continuously at the auction the other day.

"This must be a coincidence. It's probably a coincidence that they have the same mask," was what Meng Chuan said to console himself.

Evidently, Meng Chuan was shaking in his boots.

He was scared that they were the same person.

If that was the case, Meng Chuan could guess what the person was there for.

Right then, his father, Meng Wanjun, sensed his son's strange reactions.

Thus, he turned and asked, "Do you know this person?"

"No! No, I don't. How can I possibly know someone as powerful as this?" Meng Chuan hastily denied it.

Whoosh!

By then, the cold wind had invaded and blanketed the entire island.

The figure was getting clearer as the person approached the people.

At the same time, the people were getting more and more fearful.

Right then, Chu Wenfei sensed something amiss. Doubt bloomed in his chest, and he narrowed his eyes to slits and stared at the newcomer. Although the dragon mask had covered his face, a sense of familiarity washed over Chu Wenfei as the figure came closer to them.

Could it be him?

The thought only appeared for a second before Chu Wenfei shoved it away.

Back then, he had watched the burial of that man with his own two eyes.

Someone who had returned to the earth could not possibly come back out alive.

D*mn it, what's with me recently? Why am I thinking about that guy again? Could it be that I miss him? He's not a girl. Why am I missing him?

Chu Wenfei shook his head and chuckled before returning his focus to the scene unfolding in front of him.

Although he did not know who was approaching them, his instincts told him that something grand was about to take place at Westlake. "That's... Mr. Chu! Mr. Chu's here! Zhang Zixi, Mr.

Chu's here. I knew it. I knew that Mr. Chu was not a heartless man. He wouldn't have let us die just like that."

Lu Ziming, who was on the verge of death and barely conscious on the cross, could vaguely see the thin figure walking toward him.

He had seen Ye Fan in his dragon mask before, so Lu Ziming was almost certain that the one coming toward them was Ye Fan.

It was that man who once mortified the entire world.

He's here! He's here, angry and ready to rise like a phoenix from the ashes!

Although Ye Fan was the man who annihilated his clan, at that moment, Lu Ziming was looking at Ye Fan as if he was a believer looking at his god. Tears streamed down his face.

"Is... Is that really Mr. Chu?"

Zhang Zixi could barely breathe.

Blood was blurring her vision.

She could not see the man's figure clearly; she could only sense an intense wave of energy coming toward her.

It must be Ye Fan. It must be the power of the first on the Sky Ranking.

At that very moment, Zhang Zixi was thrilled.

She felt like a fangirl who finally saw her idol.

She never dreamed of a day when the one she admired and looked up to would come to rescue her.

Feelings of gratitude and bliss filled her heart.

Despite her excitement, however, she could not help but worry.

She knew that Ye Fan had nearly died back then, and she did not know how much the man had recovered since then.

In other words, she did not know if his previous injuries would affect his battle prowess.

She had no idea whether or not he would be able to deal with the Meng family's secret fighters.

All kinds of emotions swarmed into Zhang Zixi's heart-excitement, worry, and fear.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

On Westlake, the man continued treading forward. Every raise of his foot brought up a gust of chilly air. Every step he took, ice formed under his foot.

The strange sight sent chills down everyone's spine.

The billionaires on Heart Island had gone mad.

They could not imagine that a human would be able to manipulate the elements of the world.

"Is... Is this really not just special effects?"

The billionaires gasped and dropped their jaws in shock.

They could feel their entire worldview crumbling into pieces.

They never thought that a scene, rare even in television shows, would play out right in front of them.

"Ignorant fools. I've told you that summer cicadas should never speak of snow. You've never seen true ice, but that doesn't mean winter doesn't exist. You'll never know how powerful someone can be in the world you cannot see."

The look in Chu Wenfei's was a contemptuous one as he spoke to the billionaires. Each and every one of his words dripped with pride.

He felt that they were all living under the rock, ignorant and a joke.

"I-Is he one of your men?"

Meng Wanjun's face had turned rather pale.

Although the man on the lake had yet to reach them and was still a hundred meters away, Meng Wanjun could sense something threatening weighing on him. That was a feeling not even Chu Sect's elders gave him.