A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 858

"Why are you looking for me, Mr Mo?" asked Ye Fan deeply as he sat there and drank tea.

Qiu Mu-Cheng sat quietly beside him.

Ye Fan and Qiu Mu-Cheng were the only people who dined at the same table as Mo Wu-Ji.

Even Wu Wei-Tao didn't dare to join them without Mo Wu-Ji and Ye Fan's approval.

Mo Wu-Ji wasn't anxious to reply. Instead, he picked up the teapot and filled Ye Fan's teacup personally.

Wu Wei-Tao and the others were dumbstruck by the scene.

They clearly didn't expect the head of the Mo family to humble himself so much in front of Ye Fan.

Wu Wei-Tao really couldn't wrap his mind around it. Wasn't Ye Fan merely the King of Jiangdong?

Since it was something the public called him, Ye Fan was no different from a thug.

Did the head of a Yanjing elite family have to be this courteous to Ye Fan?

"He's just a boy. Isn't Mr Mo treating him with way too much respect?"

Many people were muttering among themselves secretly.

However, the Mo family's head butler shook his head with ridicule in his eyes. How could country bumpkins like them know anything about Mr Chu's power and influence?

The old family butler sneered in his heart with a sense of pride in his eyes.

The Mo family was influential and had family members scattered throughout the country.

Politicians and tycoons had been born to the Mo family before.

And of course, martial artists as well.

Even one of the pillars of the nation, the King of Fighters, Mo Gu-Cheng, was related to the Mo family.

The old butler had worked in the household since he was young, and now he was the head family butler.

Thanks to the family's influence, he knew what Mr Chu's name meant in the martial arts circle.

Also, he knew how important Mr Chu was to the country, considering how he became a grandmaster at such a young age.

Ye Qing-Tian was a young man too when he made a name for himself.

Decades later, he continued to stand at the pinnacle of power in the country.

In other words, Ye Fan stood a high chance of becoming the next God of War despite being new talent in the martial arts world now.

That was why even Mo Wu-Ji, the head of a Yanjing elite family, treated Ye Fan with so much respect.

To begin with, it was a martial artist's honor to be invited by the War God Castle.

Also, the moment Ye Fan won War God Castle's acknowledgment, he would get to enjoy their massive resources.

So Mo Wu-Ji felt Ye Fan had no reason to turn down such a great offer.

He felt that Ye Fan was probably beside himself with joy inside.

However, Ye Fan's calm laughter quietly rang through the air.

"Mr Mo, I think you're mistaken. Your idea of glory means nothing to me. Go back and tell War God Castle not to go through the trouble of organizing a victory dinner. If they want to see me, then tell them to come to Jiangdong personally and speak to me," said Ye Fan before he picked up his teacup and finished its contents.

After Ye Fan finished his tea, he held Qiu Mu-Cheng by her waist and laughed gently, "Let's go back and sleep, my dear."

Ye Fan held the blushing Qiu Mu-Cheng by the waist and headed out as he spoke.

Mo Wu-Ji remained dumbstruck for a long time.

He didn't expect the young man to forsake the kind of opportunity that others could only dream of.

"Mr Chu, are you really not going? You better think carefully. If you throw away the chance to meet the legendary generals, the opportunity won't knock twice," asked Mo Wu-Ji anxiously again as he suddenly stood up.

Ye Fan didn't even turn his head as he waved. "I told you I'm too busy to go. Moreover, I'm my own man, so why should I lower myself and pay a visit?"