A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1090

The lamp in the living room swayed.

The fragrance of the tea filled the living room as the two men sat at the long table and continued to toast each other with tea.

Ye Fan got Qiu Mu-Cheng to wait for him upstairs instead.

The situation in the living room was not something that a frail woman like Qiu Mu-Cheng could be a part of.

But the scene of two complete strangers toasting each other did seem rather strange.

But Ye Fan wasn't worried about this situation at all.

The other party didn't say why he was here, so Ye Fan didn't ask about it either.

Ye Fan remained as calm as ever and drank his tea leisurely.

Ye Fan's calmness certainly shocked the man seated across from him.

"You are indeed as legendary as they say you are, Mr Chu, since you've managed to rule over Jiangdong. You are actually still able to remain so calm and unnerved in front of me. I don't think there are more than ten people who even have the mental strength to do this, never mind what you're capable of," praised the man generously.

Ye Fan wasn't affected by this man's praise and just asked coldly, "I'm pretty sure you didn't brave the cold night just to send me a few compliments."

Ye Fan did not remember seeing this man in the past, so since they didn't know each other, there was no feud between them.

So he became curious as to why this man would come all the way here in the middle of the night.

"Of course, I haven't come all the way from Yanjing just to compliment you. I'm here to kill you," said the man in a composed voice. But the iciness in his eyes instantly intensified.

"You're from Yanjing? So you're sent here by the Lu and Xur families?"

Ye Fan frowned. He was rather surprised that these two families had decided to take revenge so quickly.

He was even more surprised that these two families with nothing but material wealth and reputation were actually able to make such a highly skilled martial artist work forthem.

According to Ye Fan's senses, this man sitting in front of him was indeed extremely highly skilled.

He was even more highly skilled than Wei Wu-Ya.

His aura didn't even seem too far off from the most highly skilled martial artist in China, Ye Qing-Tian.

This man was the third truly highly skilled fighter Ye Fan had come across besides Ye Qing-Tian and Yu Yun.

But the man did not answer Ye Fan's questions. Instead, he just smiled faintly, picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup.

The steam rose from the tea in the cup, while the tea reflected the man's authoritative and stern expression.

"You're of lowly birth, without a father from a young age and your mother is merely an ordinary woman from the village. You have no background and no family support. Besides your physical ability, you don't have anything else to speak of. But yet, you still dared to kill the descendants of the Lu and Xur family. Did you ever consider the consequences of doing so?” said the man coldly as he continued drinking his tea and didn't even look up at Ye Fan once.

At the same time, a tremendous amount of authority surged out from this man as he spoke these ominous words.

If Li Er and the rest were still around, they would have definitely peed themselves under this pressure.

But Ye Fan's expression didn't even flinch.

He just chuckled. "And why do you bother thinking about these things?"

Ye Fan's question caught the man off guard.