A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1974

They hated both men to the core!

Originally, they had come as a representative of their countries to attend Fen Tian's wedding.

After the celebration, they were supposed to have some fun using their allowance before going back home to their wives and children.

Little did they realize they would end up dying in such a terrifying way that day.

It's all Fen Tian's fault!

Why did that bastard have to offend a ruthless person like Chu Tianfan?

That King Folo is equally bad.

If it wasn't because they instigated the attack against Chu Tianfan, none of us would have done what we did.

Of course, this isn't the most infuriating part.

After deceiving us, King Folo and the others made their getaways immediately.

How could they have the audacity to call themselves the martial arts leader of India and the king of Folo Palace?

They are all a bunch of scumbags!

And they really got us into deep sh*t.

The more those people thought about it, the angrier they became.

However, it was pointless now.

Moreover, Fen Tian did not force them to go against Ye Fan.

In fact, it all started because all of them harbored greed in their hearts.

They were eyeing the treasures of Ye Fan, so they had only themselves to blame for the outcome that day.

Boom!

Another palm of Ye Fan slammed down.

The Power of Lightning came down harshly on them.

The earth cracked, and rocks began flying off.

With Ye Fan's palm strike, it felt as if even the air in the atmosphere had vaporized.

Those so-called Grandmasters did not even stand a chance.

Junie and the others could see from a distance that the last batch of fighters had turned into an unrecognizable lump of paste when they were attacked by Ye Fan.

Ghastly red blood splattered everywhere.

In fact, the entire manor of the Vias family was covered in blood!

Whoosh!

In that instant, the world became silent.

As for that last batch of fighters, they did not even have the time to utter a single sound before they breathed their last.

All of the hustle was gone in an instant.

Several minutes ago, the place was filled with people.

Right now, only Ye Fan was left standing on the horizon with his swords on his back.

There was no expression on his face except for a solemn look.

His usual gorgeous features were devoid of any emotions.

He looked so frigid as if he was made of ice!

Right then, his icy eyes swept across the terrain until he spotted a figure.

Blood was gushing out of the man, and the lower half of his body was already a gory mess.

Ke Zhe kneeled there as if he was in purgatory.

His body was trembling and swaying badly as tears ran uncontrollably down his face.

“Mr. Chu, spare me! I'm Ke Zhe, one of the Grandmasters of China. We have met before. We are descendants of the same ancestors. In a moment of folly, I was bewitched by Fen Tian and deceived by the Supreme Grandmasters of India. Please, I beg of you, Mr. Chu. For the sake of our country, the Sword Saint, War Gods, and War God Castle, please spare my life. Please, I beg of you! I promise you that I will never mess with you again. I won't do it again. Please forgive a small fry like me.”

Ke Zhe kept begging for mercy.

With only one arm supporting his body, he kept kowtowing.

He slammed his forehead so hard on the ground that blood gushed out of it in the end.

He did all that just to beg Ye Fan to spare his life.

Hearing his pleads for mercy, Ye Fan laughed out loud.

“For the sake of the Sword Saint? For the sake of War God Castle? Hahahaha!”

Ye Fan's sudden burst of laughter was filled with ridicule and melancholy.

Obviously, he had long forgotten about Ke Zhe.