A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1379

Once India faced sanctions, the martial artists they had overseas would find it difficult to move around and might even face threats to their lives.

"I think it's best if we just surrendered Brahma. He's the cause of this mess, so as long as we don't hide and protect him, the other countries won't blame Folo Palace for this," someone inside the palace's hall suggested.

King Folo just listened to everyone's opinions and didn't say anything for a long time.

Just then, a man with only one arm marched into the hall.

Brahma had just returned from South America.

He had been spending the last few days recuperating quietly and only made it back to Folo Palace that very morning.

"Oh my, everyone's around? I'm surprised." Brahma was clearly clueless about what was happening in the martial arts world and just smiled and greeted everyone since they were all gathered in the same place.

After that, Brahma sat down next to King Folo, picked up the glass of water on the table and downed it.

The entire hall was silent. All of them were looking strangely at this man who looked like nothing had happened.

King Folo was staring at him too.

"What? Why is everyone looking at me? Continue your conversation, you don't have to be bothered by me," said Brahma with a smile and wave of his hand.

He turned to look at King Folo. "King Folo, do you know who I met in South America this time? You wouldn't believe it. The sect leader of Chu Sect, the top fighter of the Sky Ranking, Tang Yun, was in the Amazon rainforest as well! Unbelievable, right? I actually managed to run into this woman whom nobody has ever been able to track," said Brahma with a cheeky grin, as if he was talking about something worth

bragging about.

But King Folo was in no mood to listen to such talk. After a period of silence, he snapped in an icy voice, "Brahma, I'm amazed that you actually came back. Do you know that your brief moment of joy has brought a terrible catastrophe on Folo Palace and the Indian martial arts circle?!" His angry voice echoed loudly in the hall.

Brahma was confused. “Me? What did I do? All I did was to help Chu Sect kill a Chinese boy. Why are you overreacting like this?" Brahma glared back at King Folo and sounded angry.

"Overreacting? How dare you say that I'm overreacting? Do you know that the martial arts circles of nearly 50 countries are now demanding an explanation from us and we might face sanctions from the International Martial Arts Union? Your audacious act of massacring has made India a public enemy!" roared King Folo furiously as he slammed the table in rage.

But Brahma was even more confused now and couldn't understand a thing that King

Folo was going on about. "What on earth happened? What massacre? What are you talking about?"

"Do you really have no idea what's happened?" King Folo started frowning when he noticed that Brahma's reaction seemed genuine and smelled something fishy.

King Folo then briefly recounted everything that happened.

After hearing what happened, Brahma was so furious that he slammed the wooden table in front of him to pieces with one palm.

"Who is that asshole who dared to frame me?! If I find that fellow, I'm going to tear him to pieces!!" Brahma clenched his fist tightly and his entire arm was red from his fury.

"So this matter really doesn't have anything to do with you?" asked King Folo.

"Of course it doesn't! If you didn't tell me about it, I wouldn't even have known! Think about it yourselves. I'm not very close to Reilo and his men, so why would I actually offend the international martial arts circle for a bunch of nobodies who aren't even at grandmaster level?"

"Besides, I went through major battles within the rainforest and was injured very severely. Even if I wanted to kill so many people, it would have been impossible. Someone is obviously trying to set me up and harm the Indian martial arts circle!" said Brahma through clenched teeth. He felt like his chest was about to burst from how angry he was.

All Ye Qing-Tian heard about was the deaths of many martial artists from other countries.

It was now evening time, and the sun was setting. An authoritative looking man in white stood at the peak of Mount Yan with his hands folded behind his back. His deep eyes looked out towards the Pacific Ocean.

Nobody knew what this man was feeling in his heart right now.

After a short while, footsteps came up from behind him.

"So you're here. We're all looking for you,"

said Sword Saint with a smile.

"Why? Is there news about Ye Fan?" asked Ye Qing-Tian anxiously when he saw Sword Saint walk towards him.

Sword Saint shook his head. "Not yet. I've already sent some people to Jiangdong. If he's still alive, he will definitely contact his family. But it's been so many days. If his family hasn't heard back from him either, I'm afraid we have to be prepared for the worst."

He sighed and fell silent for a moment before continuing, "By the way, I'm sure you've heard all about the massacre in South America, right? All the various countries suspect the Indra, Brahma, did it. What do you think?"

Ye Qing-Tian nodded and replied, "I did hear about it. But I don't think Brahma is the killer. I've already investigated a little on this. When Brahma and Ye Fan were fighting, a mystery woman chopped off one of Brahma's arms. It's not very possible for someone so badly injured to kill nearly a hundred imminent

grandmasters at one shot."

"Besides, this person supposedly massacred people from so many countries for the sake of a few fighters from his own country, then left his name behind? None of this makes sense."