A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 599 Kneel Down

HUUU...

It was nearly evening time.

A cold and strong wind blew noisily outside like a ghosts were sweeping by.

The boxing gym was in a mess.

Fan Zhong-Xian and Liang Bo were both on the floor and Ye Fan was the only one left standing in the entire place.

Everyone looked at the thin but authoritative figure and couldn't help but shudder.

There were nearly a hundred of them, but nobody dared to come forward even though Ye Fan shouted for the next person to fight him.

"What a bunch of cowards. There are so many of you, so how could you be scared of one country bumpkin? Even if he can fight one or two off, don't tell me you think he can fight all of you?" Xia Yue's hateful voice rang out from the crowd after a long period of shock.

Her words had motivated the crowd.

"She's right! There are so many of us, so how could we be afraid of one stupid country bumpkin? Let's all go up there together and thrash that fellow hard! We must take revenge for Xian and Bo!" Situ Feng started fanning the flames as well.

In no time, all the rich young men in the crowd looked at one another and nodded. They started to look coldly towards Ye Fan now.

"Ye Fan, did you think that just because you defeated myself and Liang Bo, you don't have to be afraid of the Stun the World School of Boxing? We have a few hundred members, mind you. Even though not al of them are here today, we've got at least 70 or 80 of us. Even if both of us couldn't fight you, I'm sure so many of us can do this together!" said Fan Zhong-Xian fiercely as he tried to endure the pain.

"Oh, really? Since you're so confident, then give it a shot. What other trump cards do you have? Show them now. I don't have a lot of time left to waste on you, so I want to settle this once and for all," replied Ye Fan coldly.

He really didn't want to bother about people like Fan Zhong-Xian.

But they refused to go away and kept harassing him.

Even the nicest person in the world could get angry, so what more Ye Fan, the man who had conquered Jiangdong and Yanjing?

Today, he wasn't only going to teach Fan Zhong-Xian a lesson. He was going to use this opportunity to completely destroy every bit of arrogance in Fan Zhong-Xian's heart.

He was going to make sure all these people lived in fear of him.

"You're really audacious! Since you'd rather die, then don't blame me for getting nasty! All the members of Stun the World School of Boxing, listen to me! I, Fan Zhong-Xian, orders all of you to gather together and unite as one to kill this bloody country bumpkin!" commanded Fan Zhong-Xian.

After that, Situ Feng led the men forward and they made a mad rush towards Ye Fan.

They were really going to surround and beat Ye Fan up!

"Be careful! Run!"

It was already too late to stop the men from charging forward.

Xia Xue's face was pale as she yelled out worriedly at Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan remained standing in the boxing ring with his hands behind his back. "Run? Whatever for? Power is my hands! You may be many in number, but you're just a bunch of breakable ceramic pots." His arrogant and cold laughter echoed throughout the gym.

Ye Fan's aura filled the entire place. "What an idiot! You're going to die soon and you're still trying to show off?

Breakable ceramic pots? Go to hell! I'll wait to see how you go about bragging once you've been beaten up!" yelled Fan Zhong-Xian furiously.

Xia Yue was glaring even more ferociously at her own sister.

"You betrayer! I'll teach you a lesson when we get home!"

But while Xia Yue was still shouting angrily, Ye Fan had leapt into the air.

His body was like a shadow as it dashed into the crowd in an instant.

BAM!

Ye Fan gave a violent kick.

It was as quick as lightning.

Ye Fan's leg was targeted straight at the leader of the pack, Situ Feng!

"What? He's so fast?!" Situ Feng was stunned when he saw how Ye Fan had appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

In his shock, Situ Feng grit his teeth and sent a leg towards Ye Fan as well.

"Asshole, I'm going to fight you to the very end!"

BAM!

There was a terrible blast.

Situ Feng's leg broke and it hung limply like a strand of noodles.

Then with another blast, he went flying.

After crashing seven or eight other guys in the process, he finally crashed to the floor where he clutched his leg and cried miserably. "Situ Feng!" "You bastard, go to hell!"

Situ Feng's defeat made the rest of them even wilder than before.

They all started shouting as they charged towards Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan wasn't afraid of them at all.

He stepped forward and took seven steps in total.

BAM BAM BAM...

The 20 or 30 guys within the few meter radius of Ye Fan were kicked and sent flying.

Ye Fan wasn't weakened by this at all and unleashed his incredible strength on them again.

He continued to attack with both fists and legs.

Ye Fan was now like the swordsman in Li Bai's poem.

He killed one man with every ten steps, and nobody was left behind after he walked for a thousand miles.

Nobody was left standing in any place where Ye Fan's fists and legs passed through.

In just a few seconds, everyone was lying on the floor.

Ye Fan had easily swept through all the men and shocked them once again.

The huge boxing gym was covered in silence yet again.

HUUU...

The cold wind howled outside and sent the fallen leaves flying.

Ye Fan continued to stand tall.

His deep and authoritative eyes scanned the place.

Then he shouted angrily, "Kneel down!"

BOOM!

His voice was like thunder and the moment he said these words, the terrible pressure of his authority gushed out in all directions like a tidal wave.

In that moment, everyone felt like a mountain was weighing on them and there was a tremendous pressure in the air.

Besides those who had been beaten unconscious, the rest were really forced to kneel after Ye Fan had shouted this command.

"AHH! You asshole! You're just a country bumpkin but you're really bold! How dare you make me kneel?! Just you wait! Once Uncle He gets here, he'll make sure to break your bones and turn you into dust!"

Fan Zhong-Xian was kneeling painfully on the floor. His leg was already misaligned from the impact earlier, so the physical pain and the insult he felt made him almost go crazy.

He was the young master of the Fan family, but now he had been forced by a useless coward to kneel. This was a terrible humiliation to Fan Zhong-Xian and he found it difficult to accept.

So he continued to roar and yell indignantly.

"Sure! There's no need to wait, call him and tell him to come over now. Who else are you still relying on? Tell all of them to come! You want to play? I'll play with you. I'll play with you until the very end!" replied Ye Fan domineeringly with a cold laugh.

His confident aura stunned everyone in the gym for a few moments.

"Ye Fan, that's what you said. If you've got guts, don't go anywhere and just wait here. I'm going to call the Boxing King of the Stun the World School of Boxing to come here right now!" said Fan Zhong-Xian threateningly.

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back and replied calmly, "Sure, I'll be waiting here."