A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 878 My Turn!

Miyamoto Nakanosuke didn't intend on letting Ye Fan leave alive.

He only said those things to delay things.

After all, Ye Fan had humiliated the Miyamoto clan so publicly. If Miyamoto Nakanosuke let him leave in one piece, then he would be thoroughly embarrassed.

A few seconds ago, he received news that all the snipers were in place.

Over 30 AWM sniper rifles had already been set up at the agreed locations.

AWM was the most powerful sniper rifle in the world. It could penetrate aircraft armor from 700 meters away.

If Ye Fan got shot by any of these bullets, his upper body would instantly blow up into smithereens.

So Miyamoto Nakanosuke didn't think that Ye Fan stood any chances against the snipers.

"What? All the snipers have been activated? It appears we have forced the Miyamoto clan's hand."

"I have long heard about the Mikawa Group having mercenaries on their payroll. No wonder they are the ruling family. They are probably the only family in Japan who can hire people like them."

After hearing Miyamoto Nakanosuke's words, everyone sighed instantly and was even more in awe of the clan.

Just as everyone waited to see Ye Fan get blown into smithereens by the bullets, Chiike Shizuka suddenly charged out of the crowd and knelt before Miyamoto Nakanosuke.

"Grandpa, I beg you. Please don't kill him. He saved me before, so I owe him my life. Please, Grandpa. Haven't you always told us to repay our debts? Please spare him, okay?" implored Chiike Shizuka with her voice choking and eyes red.

Although they barely knew each other, she simply liked Ye Fan.

The innocent girl knew nothing about family pride or how to deal with things. All she knew was that she wanted to return Ye Fan the favor of helping her.

Yes, the world might be a dirty place.

But some people always came out unsullied.

People like them had simple worlds. They would go all out for the people who were kind to them.

"Spare him? Then what about those people who died in his hands? Are you going to pay with your life? You fool. Get lost!" shouted Miyamoto Nakanosuke furiously as he slapped Chiike Shizuka on the face before kicking her aside.

In the end, Miyamoto Nakanosuke looked at Ye Fan coldly. "Young man, it stops now! Today, you will learn the same people shouldn't be provoked."

At the drop of his voice, Miyamoto Nakanosuke raised his hand and gestured.

An order to kill was instantly made!

BANG!

BANG!

Several low deep bursts could be heard the moment Miyamoto Nakanosuke gave his order.

The sound of gunfire filled the air as 30 superspeed bullets flew from all directions like the sickle of the grim reaper.

"Quickly dodge!" shouted Chiike Shizuka with tears in her eyes.

But it was too late.

A huge net quickly closed in on Ye Fan and swallowed him instantly.

The bluestone tile on the ground blew up too.

Broken stones and dirt sprayed everywhere.

The skinny silhouette disappeared into the dust.

"The joke's over."

Miyamoto Nakanosuke laughed gently. He felt relieved in his heart.

These snipers were all army special forces veterans.

All of them were well-trained snipers.

They had claimed no less than a thousand lives.

And they had even assassinated a small country's president before.

Even an armored tank could get taken out by an attack like that.

Much less a little brat.

So Miyamoto Nakanosuke was absolutely confident that the Chinese boy had gotten beaten to a pulp by the snipers.

"Haha! The brat deserves to die! He asked for it."

Chiike Tsubame laughed without restraint.

Miyamoto Nakanosuke waved his hand and gestured for them to continue eating while he left it to his subordinates to wrap things up.

However, the dust in the air dispersed just as the crowd was about to leave.

A skinny silhouette remained standing under the sky.

A breeze left his fringe and his sleeves fluttering.

He stood with his hands behind him!

There was cold laughter on his face!

His deep eyes scoured the crowd.

He was like an emperor looking at his courtiers.

"You think you can defeat me with guns?"

A stern voice struck them like thunder.

Everyone was stunned.

"What on earth..."

"How...how is this possible?"

"He got shot so many times! How could he have survived it?"

Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as they looked at the unharmed young man before them.

They stared hard in disbelief at the sight before them.

"No, it's impossible! It is absolutely impossible. These bullets can penetrate even an armed truck. How can they be useless against the boy? Hear my order, everyone. Keep shooting him. If one shot doesn't work, make it two! If two shots don't work, then shoot him 100 times. I simply don't believe that boy can't be beaten!" roared Miyamoto Nakanosuke hysterically like a madman.

Miyamoto Minami roared with bandages on his arm, "Dad, you must kill him! Kill

him!"

Both father and son roared angrily as the second wave of bullets came shooting through the air.

Dozens of infrared scopes on skyscraper rooftops a thousand meters away from them were aimed at Ye Fan before all their shots were fired almost at the same time. Dozens of shots quietly exploded in the air.

Bullets whizzed through the air and surrounded Ye Fan and formed an inescapable net as they charged towards him swiftly.

"Go and die, asshole!" Miyamoto Minami and his father roared fiercely.

This time, Ye Fan didn't just stand there and wait to get shot. Instead, he took several steps and darted through the shower of bullets just like that.

He dodged every single bullet as they rained on him!

Every single bullet missed.

Everyone inhaled deeply at the sight.

"Did...did he just dodge them all?"

Just as everyone stood dumbstruck, Ye Fan laughed softly.

"My turn!"

Ye Fan's eyes instantly turned cold.

Then he raised his finger like a sword and drew a line in the air.

ZIP ZIP ZIP!

Several channels of sword-like energy swept into the sky.

Three dead bodies fell from the rooftop up ahead. Bloody corpses fell from them with a single blow.

Brain matter and blood spattered everywhere as they landed with a thud.

"How is this happening..."