A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 136 Portents of Things to Come

As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share the same mountain.

In Jiangdong, Chen Ao and Zhao Wu-Ji did not get along with each other. For the past ten years, the

two had been competing against each other, both openly and clandestinely.

If it had not been for the appearance of Wu He-Rong, the two of them would never have gathered at

the same place at the same time.

"Mr. Zhao, what is the reason for your sudden visit?"

With Zhao Wu-Ji's arrival, the mood in the room turned heavy and the smiles vanished from the faces

of the diners. At this moment, Chen Ao had a sombre expression on his face and, as he looked at the

suited man, he questioned the latter coldly.

Zhao Wu-Ji shook his head with a smile. "Mr. Chen, there is no need to be nervous. I only came here to

offer my greetings. And to see what sort of expert you have

recruited to deal with Wu He-Rong."

"And now I can see that he is just a brat who is still wet behind his ears."

"Judging from his looks, I think he is only in his early twenties?"

"At his tender age, how strong can he be?"

"Mr. Chen, I don't know if you have really strong nerves or if you are going for broke, but are you really

going to entrust the survival of Jiangdong to a brat?"

"If you really can't find anyone in Jianghai, tell me so. I can lend you my home security guard. It is a

more reliable plan than getting some random brat to help you."

"Mr. Su, don't you all agree?”

Zhao Wu-Ji laughed mockingly and his entourage broke into hearty laughter as well. One by one, they

chimed in supportively.

"That's right, Mr. Chen. I really have no idea what is going through your head."

"Even if you are just getting someone to make up the number, you should look for someone a little

tougher."

"Just look at this guy. He is as thin as a bean sprout. I bet he will fall to pieces with just one slap."

Zhao Wu-Ji and his entourage shook their heads as they looked disdainfully at Ye Fan.

"Zhao Wu-Ji, you watch your mouth!"

"Mr. Chu is not a person you can afford to insult!” Chen Ao said sinisterly as he stared coldly at Zhao

Wu-Ji.

But Zhao Wu-Ji ignored the warning and laughed mockingly.

After that, he waved his hand and prepared to leave with his men.

But just before he left, with his back turned on the assembled Jiangdong leaders, he said sombrely:

"Mr. Chen, this Mount Tai

Tournament is not just a challenge between Jiangdong and Wu He-Rong. It is also a challenge

between us."

"Let us settle ten years' worth of grudges at the foot of Mount Tai."

"If you lose, you have to give up Jianghai and leave Jiangdong."

"We have been fighting with each other for so many years already. I really don't want to be too ruthless

to an old friend like you."

Zhao Wu-Ji's words swept through the room like a blizzard. And a change of expression came over the

faces of the Jiangdong leaders.

Boom~

Just then, the sound of an explosion rang out from the doorway.

A black-clad old man standing beside Zhao Wu-Ji had just thrown a punch at the wall.

As the stone debris flew about, a hole could be seen in the cement wall. The old man had punched

right through it. The wall was now full of crevices and even the steel frame inside was exposed.

"This... This..."

Everyone in the room was shocked. Lei San was so frightened that his eyes bulged. Li Er was so

startled that he sat up in a hurry. And Chen Nan's face paled immediately. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Contempt!

This was naked contempt!

It was clear that Zhao Wu-Ji was sending a message to Chen Ao through this action. And the message

was, "The man you are depending on is nowhere near as good as mine."

Also, what happened next sent the Jiangdong leaders into the throes of rage. Not long after Zhao Wu-

Ji's departure, he sent a man to deliver a coffin to Ye Fan.

Mr. Chen, our family head has prepared a coffin for Mr. Chu."

"This is to save you the trouble of having to make a coffin for Mr. Chu when he dies during the

tournament tonight."

"Hahaha, Mr. Chen, there is no need to thank us~"

After delivering his message, Zhao Wu-Ji's man swaggered out of the room.

In the room, Chen Ao and company glared angrily at the coffin. Just then, their expressions were as

sombre as a graveyard.

"This Zhao Wu-Ji has gone too far!"

"He has no respect for us~"

"Somebody, take this coffin outside and burn it," Chen Ao said angrily.

Lei San, Li Er and the others all had terrible expressions on their faces and, inwardly, they were boiling

mad.

It was extremely unlucky to receive a coffin before a fight!

"Quick, take this unlucky thing and burn it!" Lei San shouted heavily.

But, just then, Ye Fan laughed and said indifferently: "Keep it. Maybe we will get a chance to use it

later."

Although Ye Fan's tone was indifferent, who knew just what sort of sinister intent was hidden behind

those words?

"Mr. Chen, let's call it a day."

"I am going out for a walk."

After saying that, Ye Fan got up from his seat and left the room.

"Fan, wait. I will go with you." And Chen Nan chased after him. Ye Fan was the only person present

whom she could have a conversation with. After all, there was a huge age gap between her and the

Jiangdong leaders. Only Ye Fan was in her age group.

After Ye Fan's departure, the heavy mood lingered on in the room and did not disperse for a long time.

Many people in the room were starting to feel unsure. After a long moment of silence, they looked at

Chen Ao and asked in a panic: "Mr. Chen, can we trust this Mr. Chu?"

An outsider might think that all the leaders in Jiangdong had come together to organize this Mount Tai

Tournament in an united effort to deal with Wu He-Rong.

But, internally, the leaders of Jiangdong province were not as united as one might think.

On one side was Chen Ao's Eastern Jiangdong Faction and, on the other side, was the Western

Jiangdong Faction led by Zhao Wu-Ji.

Ordinarily, both Chen Ao and Zhao Wu-Ji were equally prestigious; no one had the upper hand.

But now, it seemed that Zhao Wu-Ji wanted to have a showdown with Chen Ao at the tournament?

Chen Ao was burdened by worries from within and without. Nobody knew just how much weight he was

carrying on his shoulders. But now that things had come to this, they had no other choice.

"We can only believe in Mr. Chu. We have no other choice."

"Now, let us wait quietly."

Chen Ao's words were faint and there was a sombre look in his eyes as he gazed out of the window.

Far away in the horizon, Mount Tai stood tall and imposing; it touched the sky and towered into the

clouds.

In the heavens, the wind blew and the clouds billowed.

The battle had not yet begun, but things were already looking portentous!

"That Zhao Wu-Ji is the top tycoon of Jiangdong. The leaders of some of the western cities look to him

as their leader."

"All these years, they have been trying to remove my father from his position and take over Jiangdong

completely."

“This time, my father is facing problems from both within and without. Don't you think he is shouldering

quite a heavy burden?”

Ye Fan had already left the restaurant, and was walking along a bustling street with Chen Nan.

Although turbulent events were happening in Jiangdong, the grassroots residents were blissfully

unaware of them. And Anning County remained as peaceful and prosperous as ever.

At this moment, worry was written all over Chen Nan's pretty face. Clearly, she was worried about her

father and the Mount Tai Tournament.

Victory or defeat in this tournament would determine whether they lived or died.

"Don't worry. I am here. Nothing willl happen to your father." But Ye Fan remained as composed as

ever, as if he was not in the least bit disturbed.

Just as the two of them were strolling along the street, Ye Fan lifted his head and happened to see a

beautiful woman standing before a stall. Just then, she was happily browsing through the trinkets on

display.

Mm?

It's her?!

Ye Fan was surprised.

What a freaking coincidence!