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A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 79

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Since the Jiangdong leaders did not believe in him, Ye Fan could not be bothered to respond to their unfriendliness with goodwill.

He was not keen on getting involved in this matter anyway. He had volunteered his service only because of his relationship with Chen Ao and Li Er.

After all, Ye Fan had spent years to get them where they were. So he did not want to lose them if he could help it.

"But since you do not appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for turning a blind eye to your plight."

"Let's see how you are going to handle Wu He-Rong when you meet him."

Ye Fan snorted and started making his way toward Han Hai's home. Qiu Mu-Cheng was waiting for him there.

It was already so late. If he delayed his return any longer, his wife would make him kneel on the washing board.

Mm?

Washing board?

Suddenly, he went into a daze for a moment, as if he had just remembered something. And then, he slapped his thigh.

Shit-

He had left the washing board at the restaurant!

"We are ignorant? We can't recognize his ability?"

"He's just a kid. How dared he boast so shamelessly?"

"What a joke!”

After Ye Fan's departure, the room erupted into jeers.

"Mr. Chen, which family is that brat from?"

"He's an idiot!" "You did not have to be polite to a person like him."

The bald Lei San laughed mockingly with a disdainful expression, as he directed the question to Chen Ao.

Now that Ye Fan had already left, they felt no qualms about voicing their criticisms.

But both Chen Ao and Li Er had terrible expressions on their faces. They looked at each other and chuckled awkwardly.

They could only hope that Ye Fan was not really angry.

"Mr. Huo, that young man has already left. There is no one here who will annoy you."

"Please come back and take a seat."

"The survival of Jiangdong is entirely in your hands."

After they had driven away Ye Fan, the Jiangdong leaders turned to look at Huo Dun and respectfully invited him to return to his seat.

"Mr. Huo, what happened earlier was just a misunderstanding.”

"He's just a kid. Don't take his words to heart."

"Now, let us sit down and discuss the plan to deal with Wu He-Rong."

"We need to choose a foolproof plan!"

One after another, the leaders of Jiangdong tried to appease Huo Dun.

Chen Nan even personally poured him a cup of tea.

Huo Dun laughed haughtily as he sipped his tea. "A plan?"

"Why do we need a plan?"

"I have told you. I will mop the floor with him within three moves."

"As long as you can find out his address, I can go there at any time to kill him!"

Awe-inspiring!

Bold!

"This is how a strongman should act!"

"Well, if you have the skills, you have nothing to fear~"

Huo Dun's words were confident, and they aroused admiration among his listeners. Most of the doubt they had were also cleared away. Li Er and Chen Ao could almost see the image of Wu He-Rong lying defeated before Huo Dun.

At this moment, Chen Nan was filled with reverence for Huo Dun.

"Dad, look at Mr. Huo. Look at how heroic he is. This is how a strongman should behave."

"He is so different from that rich brat. That person is so useless, but he kept on bragging in front of us."

"He even said Wu He-Rong could kill Mr. Huo like a chicken. In my opinion, I think Mr. Huo can kill that brat like a chicken."

"Hahaha~"

Chen Nan's joke caused the room to erupt in laughter.

Huo Dun seemed to enjoy Chen Nan's compliments. He kept his face expressionless, put on a lofty air and spoke haughtily to Chen Ao: "Mr. Chen, you have raised a good daughter."

"At least, your daughter knows the difference between an ace and a waste!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Huo." Chen Nan was overjoyed to receive a compliment from the Boxing King, and she smiled appreciatively.

Chen Ao smiled perfunctorily but, for some unknown reason, he felt uneasy.

Was Huo Dun really as powerful as he himself claimed?

And had Ye Fan really been spouting nonsense?

"You have nothing to worry about!"

"I, Huo Dun, have been through countless battles. And I am unbeatable in South East Asia."

"I am not afraid of a stray like Wu He-Rong! I will send him running with his tail tucked between his legs!"

"All you have to do is to deliver the letter of challenge to Wu He-Rong. I will take care of the rest."

Huo Dun shouted haughtily.

All at once, the atmosphere in the room reached its peak and everyone started making merry.

Boom-

But suddenly, the restaurant shook.

Immediately afterward, there was a muffled bang and the door to the room was kicked open.

As the door and windows exploded, a grey-robed figure suddenly appeared right in front of everybody's eyes.

Whoosh-

The cold wind howled like a devil from hell and blew into the room through the broken windows and door.

He was wearing the same grey shirt and the same grey robe. He had the same cold and ferocious aura.

The moment this middle-aged man appeared in their midst, everyone in the room was stunned.

The assembled guests started to panic and they looked like strangled chickens as they did so.

All of them were transfixed by the sight of the new arrival.

Chen Ao's eyes contracted in fear and Li Er fell over from his seat. Master Lei San's face started trembling as if he had just seen a ghost.

Wu... Wu... Wu He-Rongl!

Whoosh-

Outside the restaurant, the wind blew coldly and the darkness deepened.

The heavy darkness flowed like water and engulfed the land.

Jianghai would be rocked by turbulence tonight.

Meanwhile, the figure continued to stand by the doorway.

He did not speak.

And his grey robe fluttered about in the wind.

As if he were a ghost!

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