A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1404

She had no idea why Tsukuyomi had suddenly lost her composure.

She should be glad about China's loss of ₉ supreme grandmaster.

Yet there had been hints of rage and sorrow in her words.

Tsukuyomi must have sensed her loss of control. She quickly pulled herself together.

"It's nothing. I was just a little surprised. When did that happen? Is the source of that news reliable? It's not easy to kill a supreme grandmaster," Tsukuyomi said coolly, in a voice devoid of all emotion.

No one knew the emotional turmoil that was roiling beneath her veneer of calmness.

"The source should be reliable. I heard that the God of War of China led the investigation. War God Castle inspected numerous sources before finally issuing a formal announcement. Indra appeared to have been the one who killed Ye Fan. He set up an ambush which succeeded in injuring Ye Fan seriously and causing his eventual demise," Yukiteru Shou shared everything that she knew to Tsukuyomi.

Tsukuyomi was silent for a long time. Then, she looked up and stared outside the window, gazing into the distant lands. Her lips moved slightly. A voice devoid of all emotion broke the silence.

"Indra. So, Brahma, then?"

After a moment or so, she too, left the halls.

Meanwhile, Brahma had remained in India and not left the country since he had been accused of the massacre in the South American continent.

Even though there was no strong evidence that pointed to Brahma being the mastermind behind the massacre outside the Amazon rainforest, it was clear that he was the main suspect.

Brahma had become the target of much hate from many martial artists in the international martial arts circle. They all wanted him dead.

There had been rumors of the dead's kin posting bounties on Brahma's head.

There was no way that Brahma was leaving the country.

He was probably going to lock himself up in his own country until everything had blown over.

"What bad luck! I can't believe I was made a scapegoat for this entire mess. If I find out who framed me, I'm going to hex his entire family!"

Brahma had been cooped up in his room for days. He was currently taking a walk in his manor.

The thought of everything that had happened recently drove Brahma into a foul mood.

He was furious but had nowhere to vent

his anger.

Before this incident, he had been at the height of his glory.

He had been showered with adoration and awe everywhere he had gone.

But now, he had somehow gotten himself countless enemies and had become the devil in the eyes of everyone in the international martial arts circle. There was nothing he could do but escape back home with his tail between his legs.

The more Brahma thought about it, the madder he got.

"If I'd known that this would happen, I would rather die than get myself involved. I didn't get any treasure at all, and even ended up losing an arm. Even though I was lucky to escape with my life, I ended up being framed for something that I didn't do. Seriously, what the hell?" grumbled Brahma furiously. "It's Ye Fan's fault. It's all his damn fault. He should be grateful that he died in that forest. Otherwise, once I'm recovered, I'm going to charge right into

China and kill him myself!"

The look in Brahma's eyes could freeze lava as he blamed every terrible mishap that had befallen him on Ye Fan.

If that young punk hadn't stood in his way, he wouldn't have returned empty-handed from his trip to the South American continent.

If not for Ye Fan, he wouldn't have lost an arm!

Everything had been that young punk's fault.

He had just gotten his prosthetic arm attached. Even though his injuries were mostly healed, he was still some way from regaining his full strength.

He was naturally reluctant to fight the God of War right now.

"Stop talking crap! I didn't hear you giving yourself the same talk when you ganged up on your enemies or bullied those weaker than you. You didn't say a word when you ambushed the martial artists of China!"

The God of War couldn't be bothered to listen to the crap that Brahma was spewing.

He launched a relentless flurry of attacks against Brahma.

Under the full force of his attack, Brahma had no opportunity to retaliate and could only try to block his attacks.

In the end, he couldn't even block all of them.

Like the autumn leaf that was swept away by the autumn wind, he was steadily driven

back by the God of War's attacks.

"Southern Sky Technique, Kicking Wind!"

A sudden burst of attacks from the God of War sent Brahma's sword flying from his hand.

The Indian martial artist cried out as the God of War landed multiple kicks on him and sent him flying a thousand meters into the distance.

Brahma had not been the God of War's match when he had been at the peak of his strength.

He was clearly no match for him now, recently healed and hardly at full strength.

The brief exchange of blows resulted in an attack that led to Brahma spilling blood and ended in his defeat.