A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Once his tea cup had been refilled, Ye Fan continued to sip his tea composedly.

But an ugly expression suddenly flashed across the middle-aged man's face.

Obviously, he had not expected the abandoned son of the Chu family to be so strong, that he could take down all seven killers in the blink of an eye.

But, soon, the middle-aged man calmed himself down.

He poured himself a cup of tea as well, and smiled coldly at Ye Fan as he sipped his tea. "Young man, this is an unexpected development. To think that an abandoned child of the Chu family would actually inherit a portion of their capability."

"I am truly surprised."

"But, do you really think I came all this way to kill you without making backup plans?"

"You have to understand. I, Huang Zhong, am a professional!"

As he spoke, he held his tea cup and toasted Ye Fan. Huang Zhong was smiling with his eyes, but that smile was filled with disdain for his prey.

Ye Fan's reaction was a light laugh. He toyed with the tea cup in his hand, and then said, "I know. You want to tell me that you have a sniper stationed at the opposite building. And he has a rifle aimed at my head."

What?

How did he know?

Huang Zhong's expression changed immediately. Without any delay, he spoke into his wireless headset and order the sniper to make the shot.

A sniper specializes in sneak attacks. But since Ye Fan already had foreknowledge, Huang Zhong had to make sure Ye Fan get shot before the latter escaped.

But, one second went by and then two seconds went by-

Ten seconds went by and the area remained peaceful. There was no sound of gunfire, and only the soft whisper of a breeze disturbed their surroundings.

"Mm?"

"Long, what the hell are you doing?"

"Fire now! Fire!"

Huang Zhong flew into a rage immediately, and started yelling into his wireless headset. Obviously, the turn of events had angered him.

"Stop shouting. Turn around and look outside the window," Ye Fan said with a light smile.

Huang Zhong turned his head.

Bang-

At the very same moment, a black figure fell down from the tall building across the street. It landed on the ground with a loud bang and raised a cloud of dust into the air. Considering the state of the mangled corpse, death had been instantaneous.

And if anyone had bothered to examine the corpse, he would be able to see a blade of tea leaf lodged in the throat.

The man had been killed by a blade of leaf!

"How...how is this possible?"

Inside the bar, Huang Zhong's face turned pale right away. He jumped out of his seat and looked out of the window in disbelief. Inwardly, the professional killer was gripped by shock and fear. "Do you have any other moves? Feel free to demonstrate."

Ye Fan remained calm, as if the hubbub happening outside had nothing to do with him. He refilled his tea cup, and looked indifferently at the professional killer who was suffering from a mental breakdown. "Well done. Well done indeed, you little bastard." "I have been working in this line for so

many years, and you are the first person to make me suffer such heavy losses."

"But, don't be too happy just yet."

"This is just an appetizer. I have something more exciting up my sleeves."

"When it comes to killing people, I am a professional!" Huang Zhong laughed sinisterly, pulled out a laptop and faced the screen toward Ye Fan.

Pa-

The middle-aged killer hit the Enter key and the screen lit up with an image.

But it was too dark to see anything.

"Shui, turn on the lights. Our guest wants to see the show," Huang Zhong laughed ominously and issued the order via his headset.

In a dark basement in Yunzhou city, the lights were turned on suddenly.

Inside the room, a heavily made-up woman, who was tied to a pillar, was screaming madly. "Spare... Spare me! Spare me please! What do you want? I will give you anything! Please let me go!"

"If you want money, yes... yes. If you want money, my husband has lots of money! Just let me go and I will give you all the money you want-"

Tears was streaming down her face as she begged for her freedom.

But instead of letting her go, the tattooed man standing in front of her slapped her across the face.

"Haha, bitch. Do you want to live?"

"It's simple. As long as your husband do as he is told, we will let you go."

The man laughed sinisterly.

Qiu Mu-Ying was frightened out of her wits. Just then, she looked quite a sight as her snot and tears merged together to drip down her face. She nodded rapidly and promised to make her husband listen. Money was no object.

The tears continued to pour down her face, and her dress was stained with dirt. Gone was the previous arrogance she had shown Ye Fan and Qiu Mu-Cheng.

Qiu Mu-Ying had no idea whom she had offended. Earlier today, when she had left the Qiu's family house to look for Chu Wen-Fei, a group of men had approached her and asked if she knew Mr. Chu. They had claimed to have a huge business deal to discuss with Mr. Chu.

Qiu Mu-Ying had been overjoyed by the good news. She had assumed that the people from Hongqi Group had found out about her husband's powerful background, and that they were there to negotiate the contract. And so Qiu Mu-Ying had told them that she was actually Mr. Chu's wife.

But who would have thought that, right after revealing her identity, the men would knock her unconscious and carry her here.

"Okay, in that case, we will let you see your husband."

The tattooed man laughed coldly and then switched on the camera on the laptop. And right away, Ye Fan's side profile appeared on the screen.

Qiu Mu-Ying started crying right away, and did not look too closely at the screen. "Darling, darling please save me."

"Boohoohoohoo-"

"Darling, please save me. Some bad guys have kidnapped me. They even bullied me. Please save me, darling~"

"Hehehe-"

"Look at your wife's delicate face. Oh, it's bleeding."

"Even heaven would take pity on her~"

"If I had a beautiful wife like her, I would rather die than let her get hurt."

Inside the bar, the middle-aged killer was laughing unrestrainedly as he listened to the heartrending cries coming from the laptop.

"So, do you still want to resist?"

"When it comes to killing, we are professionals."

"Now, you have to choose. Do you want to save your own life or your wife's life?" The killer asked sombrely, as he prepared to savor the look of struggle on Ye Fan's face.

As a professional killer, Huang Zhong had put in a lot of effort to ensure the success of his mission. He had made preparations to cover all eventualities and, through various avenues, he had found out about Ye Fan's alias, Mr. Chu.

And so, he had followed the clues and caught Mr. Chu's wife. The plan was to use her as an insurance against unexpected developments and as a hostage to force Ye Fan's surrender.

"Ha-"

"Haha~"

But unexpectedly, after Ye Fan had seen the video on the laptop, he started

laughing.

"Mm?"

"What are you laughing at?" Huang Zhong's face fell immediately.

"I am laughing because you people are a bunch of idiots," Ye Fan shook his head and replied.

"You bastard, do you want your wife to die?" Huang Zhong glared ominously at Ye Fan.

Just then, Qiu Mu-Ying's terrified screams rang out from the laptop again.

"Darling, save me! Please save me! I am scared! Ying-Ying is scared-"

"Wuwuwu-" Qiu Mu-Ying continued to cry in despair.

"Miss, I don't care what you put in your mouth, but please watch what comes out of it. You shouldn't go around calling strangers 'darling'."

"Although I am exceptionally handsome and dashing, it does not mean just anyone can be my wife."

Ye Fan's voice rang out softly from the laptop in the basement.

When Qiu Mu-Ying heard his voice, she was dumbfounded.

"You useless piece of trash! Why is it you? What the hell can you do? Where is my husband? Quick, go get my husband-"

Pa-

Before Qiu Mu-Ying could finish screaming, Ye Fan slammed the laptop shut.

"Mr. Huang, please use your brain before you deal with me." Ye Fan laughed heartily, finished his tea and prepared to leave after picking up his bags of luggage.

Huang Zhong realized that they had captured the wrong person.

And now, he was about to burst with rage.

His face had turned green with anger, and it was terrible to behold.

It was a huge blow to his pride as a professional killer.

When his embarrassment turned into rage, Huang Zhong went berserk. "You bastard! How dare you mock my professionalism? Go to hell!"

With a roar of anger, and under the frightened gazes of the bar patrons, Huang Zhong threw a kick at Ye Fan. At the same time, a blade unfolded from the killer's shoe.

Obviously, Huang Zhong wanted to end Ye Fan's life with just one kick.

But that latter's reaction was quick. Ye Fan turned his body to avoid Huang Zhong's kick, and the potentially fatal blow simply grazed Ye Fan's arm. But the kick landed on one of the bags of luggage.

Bang-

The bag, which contained a carton of milk, exploded. And the content flew everywhere.

When he saw the exploded bag of milk, Ye Fan's expression took a turn for the worse.

"Shit, how dare you kick my wife's milk?"

"My wife bought it!!"

Under the influence of his rage, Ye Fan's powerful slap hit Huang Zhong with a pong, and smashed the latter right into the wall. The bricks shattered, and the body of the middle-aged killer was lodged so tightly in it that no one could remove him.