A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 527 I Am Your Father

"By the way, Dragon Master, we found some phone records in Hua Ying-Long's phone that you might be interested in." Xue Ren-Yang suddenly seemed to recall something and immediately reported it to Ye

Fan.

"Oh? What records are those?" asked Ye Fan curiously.

"I don't have the details, but the records are labeled as 'Third Young Master'. Also, Hua Ying-Long made many phone calls to this 'Third Young Master' on the days leading up to the match. I suspect that the person behind Hua Ying-Long isn't the Xu family but somebody else," analyzed Xue Ren-Yang in a deep voice.

Ye Fan just laughed and shook his head.

He was very calm, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"Hmm? Dragon Master, you mean you knew all about this already? Or that you know who this Third Young Master behind Hua Ying-Long is?" asked Xue Ren-Yang puzzledly when he saw Ye Fan's reaction. Ye Fan gently sipped his tea and said, "Do I know him? Of course I know him. If you really want to talk about it, I'm this Third Young Master's father."

As the saying goes, the eldest brother was like a father!

Since Ye Fan was the eldest in his generation, then all his younger cousins had to treat him like their father.

"Wha-? You're...you're his father?"

Xue Ren-Yang's eyes grew even wider.

Did Dragon Master have children already?

Third Young Master?

Did that mean Ye Fan had at least three children?

But Ye Fan didn't explain anything to Xue Ren-Yang. He just gave instructions, "Find the phone number and give him a call. It's been ten years, I think it's time to chat with him."

Ye Fan's cold laughter echoed in the night.

Many miles away.

A young man was dressed in an expensive long robe inside a luxurious bungalow. His eyes were bright and his brows were thick. He seemed to have just come out from a bath and his hair was still slightly wet He was seated on the sofa with a glass of red wine as he quietly waited.

A blonde haired girl was in his arms, snaking herself around his body.

"It's been so long, surely there's a result already. Why isn't this Hua Ying-Long calling me yet? Could something have happened?"

The young man frowned and started to get impatient. He pushed the girl in his arms away and said in a low voice, "Baco, call Long and ask him how's things in Yanjing."

"It's already been a day. Why hasn't he called me yet?" grumbled the man.

But just after he said this, his phone started ringing.

"Young Master, it's a call from Long. Looks like Yanjing is settled!" His subordinate took a look and quickly smiled and passed the phone to the young man.

The young man's heart felt less worried no.

He took the phone call and asked in a low voice, "Long, how is it? Did everything go smoothly? From today onwards, you have to guard Yanjing well for me. I'm going to make Yanjing into my back garden! No other power is allowed to touch it!"

"Oh, is that so?" A faint laughter came through the phone. The young man shuddered and his brows frosted over.

"Hmm? You're not Long. Who are you? Why do you have Long's phone? Tell me, who are you?!"

After the slight shock, the young man regained his composure.

His expression was stern and his voice

was icy.

"Why, Qi-Tian, after not seeing each other for ten years, you can't even recognize your father's voice?"

Boom.

It was as if thunder had struck.

The Third Young Master of the Chu family, Chu Qi-Tian, felt like a blast had gone off in his head.

He immediately leapt up from the sofa in shock.

"Chu Tian-Fan, it's you! You're Chu Tian-Fan!" roared Chu Qi-Tian.

Ye Fan continued to laugh quietly. "I just knew you could recognize your father's voice."

"Shut up! You're an unwanted son of the Chu family, a bastard of lowly birth and you dare to say such rude things to me? You must be tired of living!" Chu Qi-Tian almost died from being angry when he heard what Ye Fan said.

"The eldest brother is like a father. I'm your eldest cousin, so I'm your dad too. But this idiot son of mine is really not filial at all, sending trash after trash to assassinate me. Killing your father and murdering your brother is something that only animals do. I've not seen you for ten years and you've become an animal? Qi-Tian?" Ye Fan shook his head and laughed.

"Why you..." Chu Qi-Tian was furious. He had always been doted on by everyone and had never been insulted like this before.

He was now being insulted by a lowly bastard and he was fuming.

But Chu Qi-Tian soon calmed back down.

He scoffed. "Chu Tian-Fan, it's been so many years, but you're still so sharp tongued. But I wonder - when the bastard of the Chu family dies at my feet, will you still be so cocky?"

Tm afraid you won't have the chance to see that. But I can show you what your trusted assistant looked like when he died at my hands."

Ye Fan laughed faintly.

Then Chu Qi-Tian's phone vibrated.

A photo had been sent over.

Chu Qi-Tian opened it to find that it was a photo of Hua Ying-Long's dead body.

His expression was filled with fear and his eyes were still wide open.

His deep black eyes stared at Chu Qi-Tian blankly through the phone screen like he was a vengeful ghost.

But Chu Qi-Tian shuddered and flung his phone away in fright.

Chu Qi-Tian had caused the deaths of many people, but his subordinates did all the dirty work.

A bloody and horrific looking photo like that was very traumatizing to a rich young man who never saw such things in his life.

And worse still, the dead man in the photo was one of Chu Qi-Tian's most trusted men.

They were still talking to one another a few days ago, and now he as gone forever!

"What's wrong? Qi-Tian, did you get a shock? You're still a child after all and you can't even stand the sight of blood. What a disgrace," came Ye Fan's mocking laughter again.

But Chu Qi-Tian couldn't remain calm anymore. He picked the phone up and roared at Ye Fan, "Bloody hell, you actually killed Long? You little bastard, how dare you kill him? Just you wait, I will hack you to pieces! And I'll use your dead body as a sacrifice to Long's soul!"

Chu Qi-Tian clenched his fists tightly as his menacing words echoed throughout the bungalow.