A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 978 Bring Me My Sword

Sato couldn't understand at all. He couldn't understand why Sanshin Organization would leave him to perish.

Had he not done a service to the Japanese martial arts circle and righted a wrong done to them by killing Chu Tian-Fan?

Besides, he was a citizen of Japan and Sanshin Organization was the most powerful entity in the Japanese martial arts circle. It had a duty to protect the country's citizens, right?

Sato had expected to be treated as a hero upon his arrival at Sanshin Organization.

Instead, he had been faced with coldness and an absence of compassion. He had not expected that at all.

Yukiteru withstood Sato's furious questions emotionlessly, then replied coldly, "You seek answers that we do not have. Simply know that the Japanese martial arts circle never wished for Chu Tian-Fan's death. The Japanese military made the unilateral decision to interfere with the affairs of the martial arts circle, so the fact that Sanshin Organization did not punish you for your intervention should be seen as an act of utmost mercy. You have no right to ask for our protection. All I can say is that you have made the wrong assumptions. Sword God, see our guest out."

Having said that, Yukiteru turned away and walked off. With a flick of the hand, she issued the order to evict their unwelcome guest.

"No, you can't do this to me! I avenged you. You should thank me. You should be grateful for what I've done. How could you leave me to die? You can't do that to me!" Sato howled at Yukiteru as he gradually descended into a frenzied madness.

But the grandmaster had left the halls and was oblivious to Sato's fits of rage.

Mochizuki Kawa sighed. "Commander Sato, please leave. Sanshin Organization can only protect you from Tsukuyomi Tenshin. The Japanese martial arts circle cannot save you from your other enemies. Your fate rests in the hands of god now." With a wave of his hand, Mochizuki Kawa got his men to escort Sato out.

The Japanese martial arts circle had every duty and obligation to offer Sato their protection.

Unfortunately, Tsukuyomi Tenshin had flown into a rage when she had heard about Chu Tian-Fan's death and had ordered an investigation into the matter. She had intended to kill the men who had been involved in the operation and subject Sato to excruciating torture to avenge Ye Fan's death.

Yukiteru and her men had pleaded profusely with her and after a great deal of effort, had dissuaded her from her crazy plans.

That didn't mean that she wasn't dying to kill Sato. If Yukiteru and her men continued to shield Sato from further harm, their continued protection would be viewed as an act of open provocation against Tsukuyomi Tenshin.

Since her rebirth, everyone, including

Yukiteru, had shown her nothing but the utmost respect.

No one dared to go against her wishes.

Yukiteru and her men had to use the greater good of the country as an excuse to stop Tsukuyomi from doing anything crazy.

"Why is Tsukuyomi Tenshin so madly in love with Chu Tian-Fan? What spell did the man cast on her? She nearly betrayed her own country for him." Mochizuki Kawa sighed and shook his head after Sato left. Fortunately, they had managed to dissuade her from carrying out her crazy plans. What would everyone else think if the beloved goddess of the Japanese martial arts circle ended up slaughtering her own people to avenge the death of a man who had killed countless martial artists of her own nation? The Japanese martial arts circle would become the laughing stock of the international martial arts community. Meanwhile, Chu Zheng-Hong had been summoned by the Chu family's elders upon his return to the clan. He had been stripped of his duties and sentenced to three months of solitary confinement. "Zheng-Hong, look at the folly that you've committed. Think of the disapproval you earned when you decided to have a child with a woman from a village without the clan's approval. You nearly lost your right to inherit the position of becoming the head of the family. Your fifth uncle and I worked so hard to place you as the head of the family, but look at what you've done. You deployed our martial artists without consulting anyone and led a charge into Japan."

"The old patriarch is still deep in the midst of his training. Should someone attack the Chu family while you and all our martial artists are away in Japan and affect the old patriarch's training, how are you going to answer for that? What were you thinking? You're a grown man, how could you act so rashly? How can we hand the Chu family to you? We won't be able to rest easy in our sleep," one of the elders reprimanded Chu Zheng-Hong angrily in the room.

As an elder of the Chu family, he was Chu Zheng-Hong's senior and one of Chu Zheng-Hong's staunch supporters in the Chu family.

The grave error that Chu Zheng-Hong committed had him boiling with rage.

Chu Zheng-Hong displayed no emotion as he suffered his senior's chastisement. He simply said quietly, "Uncle, you know how I am. Status and power mean nothing to me. I'm not interested in becoming the chief of Chu Sect or the head of anything. I only entered the martial arts circle because I wanted to be able to protect my wife and son and I only accepted the position of head of the Chu family because I wanted to be able to welcome my wife and son back into the Chu family one day."

He spoke slowly and in a deep sonorous voice that seemed heavy with inexplicable emotion.

One could sense grief and helplessness rolling inside him like waves in a deep and dark ocean.

Why had Chu Zheng-Hong yielded to the Chu family's wishes?

It was so that a day would come when he was in control of the Chu family and with a single command, he could have Ye Fan and his mother brought back to him.

But when he had risen to become the head of the Chu family, he had been struck with a horrible revelation. He had been wrong.

He had made a grave and terrible mistake.

This family was rotten to the core. Change from within was impossible.

It didn't matter that he was now the head of the Chu family. The prejudice that the family's elders and its old patriarch held towards Fan and his mother was here to stay. Chu Zheng-Hong had realized then that he had chosen the wrong path.

Fan's path had been the right one.

Only a revolution that tore down everything old and standing could bring about change to this family which reeked with corruption and rot.

Their prejudices could only be gotten rid of when those whom they scorned rose to power and trampled them under their feet.

But it was all too late.

His son was gone.

"Zheng-Hong, think about what you've done. He's just a boy who's been cast out of the family. Is he really worth sacrificing your future for him?" The elder sighed, then left. Chu Zheng-Hong sat silently in the middle of the room.

No one knew what he was thinking about right now.

The next day, Han arrived and handed him a set of documents.

An icy glint flashed across Chu Zheng-Hong's eyes when he read the contents of the documents.

"The first division. Sato!"

The man clenched his fist. His words were filled with murderous rage.

"Han, bring me my sword!"