A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1819

The order was relayed after a discussion between the high-ranking officials ofYanjingand the members of War God Castle.

With military efficiency, all the outposts of the provincial government had received the order, though it was unnecessary.

Even without being told to do so, Jiangdong would jump at the opportunity to attend to their leader's matters with the highest honors.

As he had been operating at that place for so long, Ye Fan's status and influence within the province was no small matter.

In fact, the provincial government was the last to receive word of his demise.

At that point, Jiangdong was co-governed by He Lanshan and Han Dongmin, who were thunderstruck when they received the news.

“Mr. Chu killed himself?” “How is that possible?”

He Lanshan stood rooted to the spot in horror as Han Dongmin shook like a leaf.

Having witnessed Ye Fan's prestige, they were unwillingto believe thata man of such caliber might be driven to take his own life.

Several minutes later, a new directive came out of Jianghai, which was hundreds of miles away.

A large number of men were dispatched toward Yunzhou when the order was given.

“Lanshan, head over to Yunzhou to prepare everything, and I'll join you soon,” Han Dongmin suggested in a hoarse voice. “Mr. Chu has protected us well in Jiangdong over the years. His final journey must be completed with glory.”

He Lanshan nodded and headed for Yunzhou with the vanguard in the lead.

On the other hand, Han Dongmin drove straight for Jingzhou.

He gave his son a call halfway through the journey. “Where are you, Shaojie?” “I'm in Hainan for an inspection, Dad. What's the matter?” Han Shaojie asked curiously.

“Come home. You might be able to make it if you catch the next available flight to Jianghai.”

Han Shaojie was alarmed. “What's going on, Dad?”

“Mr. Chu is dead. Come home and say your goodbyes, will you?” With a great sigh, Han Dongmin hung up without waiting for a response.

Hundreds of miles away, Han Shaojie stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.

Aftera longtime, he dialed Shen Fei's number with shaking hands.

“Shaojie, you're a hard man to contact,” roared Shen Fei boisterously. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Listen, when are you coming back to Jiangdong? I found a decent place that I can't wait to bring you to. The girls here are beautiful! On par with the ones in Salinsburgh, I would say.”

When Han Shaojie could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, he choked out the very words his father had delivered to him minutes ago. “Ye Fan is dead,

Shen Fei!”

Shen Fei stood frozen as his phone fell to the floor with a thud.

Several minutes later, two luxurious cars emerged out of the hotel and sped out onto the road recklessly.

Hang on, Ye Fan. I 'm on my way!

Shen Fei's bloodshot eyes were filled with grief and determination.

The day in the Ye residence in Jingzhou started off like any other, with Ye Fan's mother caring for Fan Junior as she always did.

The boy had grown during the entire year ever since he had popped into their lives. By that point, he was adept at turning over and even standing up on his own.

The emergence of new life had brought joy and laughter into the silent house.

On that day, the monotony was broken by the sudden appearance of a fleet of luxury cars outside their door.

Aside from Han Dongmin and Lu Tianhe, Wang Jiexi of Horbah was already on the way to Yunzhou.

“Li Er, Lei San, and the rest of their cohorts took off without a word and left their mess in Jiangdong for me to deal with, as usual,” Wang Jiexi muttered to himself in the car. “They're going to get an earful from me when I see them in Yunzhou.”

He had just received word that Li Er, Lei San, and the rest were arriving soon in Ye Fan's company and that the provincial government and the military were involved in the endeavor of welcoming Ye Fan back home.

As an influential figure in Jiangdong, Wang Jiexi was expected to show up.

Aside from fulfilling his obligatory duties of attendance, he was adamant about complaining to Ye Fan about Lei San and Li Er's negligence and womanizing habits.

In the span of a single afternoon, the most influential forces from all over the country were assembled at Yunzhou.

However, the citizens of Yunzhou were completely unaware that the isolated city they inhabited had become the focus of China due to one person.

The people of Jiangdong were not the only ones rushing toward Yunzhou.

Even the high-ranking officials of Yanjing, members of War God Castle, and thousands of martial artists all over the country were watching Yunzhou closely.

That incident had been the cause of several sleepless nights for the pride of Mount Yan, Sword Saint and King of Fighters.

As the plans to put Ye Fan to rest were not finalized, a lingering sense of uneasiness hovered over them.

King of Fighters, Mo Gucheng shook his head with a bitter laugh.

“Ye Fan kept us up well enough when he was alive. Here he is, doing the same thing in death. Only Chu Tianfan is capable of tormenting War God Castle to such a degree.”

At that moment, He Lanshan and the vanguard had arrived in Yunzhou.

His first act upon arrival was to seal off the roads of the city where the funeral procession would take place.