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A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1035

Summary for Chapter 1035 A Light at the End of the Tunnel: A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

What Happens in Chapter 1035 A Light at the End of the Tunnel – From the Book A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Dive into Chapter 1035 A Light at the End of the Tunnel, a pivotal chapter in A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage), written by Gia Bater. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.

"Did she dodge a bullet? She must be incredibly fast. Is she even human?" Wu Wei-Tao was stupefied. He nearly peed his pants.

It seemed impossible that the petite young girl before him could be capable of unleashing such incredible power.

She had taken down all of his men within a blink of an eye.

She had moved at a speed that had seemed out of this world. In the span of seconds that a person needed to pull out his gun and fire a shot, she had attacked and taken a grown man down. How was that possible?

Wu Wei-Tao had not expected Ye Fan to have left someone so powerful guarding his wife and that he would have to deal with such a difficult situation even after Ye Fan had died.

It struck him then. Perhaps he had underestimated Ye Fan.

"A martial artist?" As Wu Wei-Tao was struggling to recover from his shock, a solemn look had appeared on Lu Ming-Feng's face.

He did not seem too surprised or alarmed though.

They had found out quite a bit about Ye Fan from Chu Qi-Tian before they had headed to Jiangdong.

They knew that Ye Fan was a martial artist and an immensely powerful grandmaster.

As a grandmaster, he would have other martial artists who had sworn their loyalty to him.

Lu Ming-Feng had foreseen something like this happening.

"Shao-Hua, you're going to have to deal with this," said Lu Ming-Feng as he turned towards his friend.

The other young man nodded and barked out a laugh.

"Don't worry. She's not even a grandmaster. Elder Wei's going to thrash her!" He turned around and shouted. "Elder Wei, it's your turn to take the stage."

Xur Shao-Hua's words rippled across the darkness of the night.

A sudden icy wind began to stir in the still air.

It was followed by the sound of a low rumbling that steadily grew louder as it approached from the distance at increasing speed.

Something terrifying appeared to be approaching them at lightning speed.

"What is going on?" Alarm flashed across the eyes of Wu Wei-Tao and his men as they stared into the distant night, where an old man had appeared out of nowhere.

The old man greeted Xur Shao-Hua politely and addressed him as his young master. Then, his cold eyes fell on Qing Tan.

Blood drained from Qing Tan's face instantly.

"Miss Qiu, you have to leave now. Get out of Yunzhou and head for Yanjing. Look for the head of the Xu family, Xu Lei. The Dragon Master has made arrangements for you. He's got a backup plan. Xu Lei will protect you and ensure your safety in Yanjing."

Qing Tan could sense the overpowering aura exuding from the old man before her.

She could tell that he was incredibly powerful.

At least, he was more powerful than she was.

He would have to be on his way to becoming a grandmaster, at the very least.

Qing Tan had thought that the current troubles that plagued Mufan Group had been a mere commercial dispute between competitors.

It seemed that things weren't that simple after all.

Their enemies had known who they were dealing with and had been prepared.

Lu Ming-Feng and Xur Shao-Hua had come to Jiangdong with the intention of destroying all vestiges of Ye Fan's influence and power in Jiangdong.

"What about you, Qing Tan?" asked Qiu Mu-Cheng worriedly, her face pale with terror.

"Don't worry about me, Miss Qiu. Go to Yanjing and find Miss Xu Lei. And don't give up, Miss Qiu. Like you, I believe that Brother Fan wouldn't be killed so easily. You have to live for your sake and for mine. Trust me. Brother Fan's going to come back." Qing Tan's eyes shone brightly as she spoke resolutely.

"Qing Tan, what do you plan to do? Don't do anything stupid." Qiu Mu-Cheng's eyes reddened when she heard what sounded like Qing Tan's last words.

"Don't worry about me and just go!" Qing Tan shoved Qiu Mu-Cheng aside, then whirled around and threw herself into battle.

"Mu-Cheng, we have to leave now!" Su Qian had gotten to her feet and pulled Qiu Mu-Cheng along with her as she raced down the mountain.

"Stop them!" Lu Ming-Feng barked out an order immediately. He had had his eyes on Qiu Mu-Cheng and Su Qian all this while.

"Yes, young master!" replied Elder Wei dutifully before he leaped at the fallen Qing Tan. "This ends here, wrench."

With his lips twisted upward in a mirthless smile, the old man thrusted his palm forward.

She stood at the edge of the mountain. Behind her was a deep ravine and she had nowhere else to run.

Cornered, Qing Tan clenched her jaw and met Elder Wei's palm with her own.

She grunted softly before spitting out another mouthful of blood and falling off the top of the mountain.

Her small form plunged into the ravine.

"Qing Tan!"

Qiu Mu-Cheng's head whipped back forcefully when she heard the soft cry of pain escape from Qing Tan's lips. Upon turning back, she saw the young woman who had stayed by her side and guarded her loyally all this while plunge from the top of the mountain into the deep ravine.

Tears filled her eyes instantly.

Weeping and howling, she ran madly towards the ravine.

"Haven't I told you, Miss Qiu? Mr Chu's reign has ended. We are the leaders of Jiangdong now. Your struggles are pointless. You should give up and stop fighting if you know what's best for you."

Lu Ming-Feng and Xur Shao-Hua stood atop Mount Yunding, their hands behind their back and an icy smile on their face as they looked at the devastated young woman before them.

The words that they had uttered had been filled with condescension and arrogance.

A sudden rumble at the foot of the mountain interrupted their crowing.

It was the sound of a lion's low growl, the threatening roar of a ferocious tiger.

Beams of yellow light cut through the night like sharp blades.

Numerous cars raced in the dark, the rumbling of their engines like the howls of an army of ghouls as they charged up Mount Yunding.

"This...this is..."

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