A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 417 A Ghastly Sight

Su Qian had previously heard Qiu Mu-Cheng talk about this eldest grandson in the Qiu family.

Qiu Mu-Qi was clever and extraordinary from a young age.

He was the top student in the entire city when he took the college entrance exam and created such a sensation by scoring full marks for Math. Old Master Qiu placed all hope on Qiu Mu-Qi and appointed him as the next head of the Qiu family and bequeathed Qiushui Logistics to him.

He was the Qiu family's future and the grandchild whom Old Master Qiu held in the highest regard.

Otherwise, Old Master Qiu wouldn't have spent a pretty penny to send Qiu Mu-Qi abroad to further his studies.

If the Qiu family didn't meet with this devasting mishap, Old Master Qiu would probably let Qiu Mu-Qi continue studying overseas.

An indescribable emotion surfaced on Qiu Mu-Cheng's face when she heard about this.

Qiu Mu-Cheng clearly didn't expect Old Master Qiu to order Qiu Mu-Qi to return home.

Qiu Mu-Qi was her second uncle's son, and the Qiu family's firstborn grandson was no ordinary man.

"I hope Mu-Qi can steer Qiushui Logistics back onto the right path."

Although Qiu Mu-Cheng resented the Qiu family, she didn't want to see them ruined.

So she hoped that the Qiu family could remedy the mistakes that Qiu Mu-Ying made under Qiu Mu-Qi's leadership.

"Stop talking about this. I'm not a member of the Qiu family anymore. Whoever becomes the next head of the Qiu family has nothing to do with me," said Qiu Mu-Cheng as she nodded and laughed softly in self-ridicule.

Then she turned to Su Qian and asked, "Tell me, why did you come looking for me? Based on my understanding, you don't just come by purely to chat with me."

Su Qian chuckled instantly when Qiu Mu-Cheng saw right through her. Then she hugged Qiu Mu-Cheng by the arm and said, "Mu-Cheng, you know me so well! I did come looking for you today with something to ask of you. I plan on organizing a class gathering. After graduating from high school for years, we haven't seen a lot of our classmates since then. It's about time that class 22 of Yunzhou First High School gets together. Mu-Cheng, you must come this time and do me this favor, okay?"

Su Qian organized small-scale class get-togethers previously, but Qiu Mu-Cheng always rejected her. This time, Su Qian was worried that Qiu Mu-Cheng might do the same, so she specially came over to tell Qiu Mu-Cheng about it.

Qiu Mu-Cheng instantly shook her head as she smiled and said, "Why do you always have nothing better to do than to organize social events or gatherings? Can't you spend your time doing something more meaningful?"

"Oh my, Chengcheng, it's wrong of you to say that. Isn't networking meaningful?

Also, if I don't expand my social circle, how do you expect me to get married?" retorted Su Qian indignantly right away.

Qiu Mu-Cheng couldn't stop Su Qian, so she said, "Okay okay okay, I will support you and turn up this time. Tell me, when's it happening?"

Su Qian contemplated. Then she said, "I haven't finalized things yet. I'll know more after getting in touch with all those old classmates of ours. Oh yes, don't bring your useless husband over. He's going to embarrass us and ruin our chances of nabbing ourselves husbands."

Su Qian purposely added this point in.

But Qiu Mu-Cheng shook her head and said, "Out of the question. I will definitely bring Ye Fan along. If you don't want him there, then neither of us will attend it."

"You..." said Su Qian angrily before saying, "Fine! If you aren't worried about disgracing yourself, then bring him along."

After that, Su Qian left in a huff and didn't bother sending Qiu Mu-Cheng home as promised. She was clearly upset that Qiu Mu-Cheng insisted on bringing Ye Fan along. Qiu Mu-Cheng laughed bitterly. Then she called Ye Fan so that he could pick her up by scooter.

But surprisingly, no one answered when Qiu Mu-Cheng called.

Meanwhile.

In a bungalow in the eastern suburbs of Yunzhou.

It was the same bungalow that Xu Lei rented for Ye Fan near Mount Tai Hall.

Xu Lei had plenty of money, so when Ye Fan asked her to rent him a place, she paid a full year's rent on a standalone bungalow no less.

So Ye Fan had the keys to this bungalow all this time.

Ye Fan rushed over to this bungalow in the eastern suburbs after he received a phone call earlier.

He saw a man in a suit lying on the couch when he opened the door.

The sound of heavy gasping echoed through the room.

The man's suit was damaged and soaked with blood, which kept trickling down.

There were severe knife marks all over his burly body.

"Young... Young Master."

The man swallowed his excruciating pain when he saw Ye Fan arrive and gritted his teeth to stand. But Ye Fan stopped him just as he was about to bow.

'Lie down since you're hurt. Let me take a look at your wounds," said Ye Fan deeply.

"Okay," replied the man before lying back down on the couch.

Ye Fan squatted down and helped the man clean his wounds as he observed his injuries.

Ye Fan's face gradually turned grave.

There was an icy cold murderous look in his eyes!

The man suffered a total of 49 cuts!

Each blow was vicious!

The opponent aimed for his vital weaknesses with each hack.

If Tong Shan wasn't trained in martial arts and had a far higher chance of survival, this man who stayed by Ye Fan's side and protected him for ten years might not have made it back alive!

BANG!

Ye Fan clutched his fists tightly when he saw the ghastly wounds on Tong Shan and hurled his fist on the ground with a thud.

Massive and horrifying fist marks instantly appeared on the marble floor in the bungalow!

"Young Master, I...I'm okay."

Tong Shan forcibly smiled when he saw Ye Fan looking like this. But Tong Shan sounded like he was on the brink of death and utterly weak.

"Okay? What do you mean by okay when you almost died?" scolded Ye Fan angrily at the man. "Are you an idiot? If you can't outdo your opponent, then why fight? Do you want to die?"

Tong Shan hung his head in silence as Ye Fan reprimanded him furiously.

Although Tong Shan was a two meter tall, burly man, Ye Fan reprimanded him like a child.

Then Ye Fan picked up his phone and called Han.

"Yes, Young Master?" said Han respectfully over the phone.

"Do you still have the cheek to call me 'Young Master' after failing to take care of the problem in Yanjing? You recklessly sent someone in without finding out more about your opponent! Do you know Tong Shan was hacked 49 times and almost died in Yanjing? I didn't give you this right to send our men to their deaths! If you can't do it, then get lost."

Ye Fan held up the phone and scolded Han without restraint, and his furious voice kept echoing through the bungalow.

After Ye Fan finished scolding him, Han said guiltily over the phone, "Young Master, I'm sorry. I failed my duty."

"Fine, we can talk about this another time. For now, get me some tickets. I'm going to Yanjing. I want to find out who the hell dared to touch my men!" said Ye Fan coldly. His voice seemed calm but it was filled with nothing but murder!