A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 80 Fall of the Boxing King

Dead quiet.

It was as quiet as a graveyard.

After the stranger's appearance, the whole room went quiet. Only the terrible howling of the cold wind could be heard, as it blew through the broken windows.

Everyone present was frightened out of their wits.

Just a moment ago, they had been discussing ways to kill Wu He-Rong. But who would have thought that he would suddenly kick open their door and appear right before their eyes?

Many among the Jiangdong leaders were panicking. Master Li Er of Yunzhou and the bald-headed Master Lei San were both scared witless.

Most of the leaders of Jiangdong were here tonight. Since Wu He-Rong had paid a sudden visit here, could it be that he was planning to kill all of the leaders of Jiangdong in one fell swoop?

Indeed, if he made use of the opportunity tonight to kill everyone present, the organizations of Jiangdong would be left without their leaders. Things would be chaotic. Wu He-Rong could seize the opening to integrate all the leaderless groups, and the former number one tycoon of Jiangdong would rise to power again.

No wonder Li Er and the other Jiangdong leaders were panicking. They were truly afraid that Wu He-Rong would kill them all tonight.

But, fortunately, the massacre did not happen.

As he faced the assembly of leaders, the grey-robed man said coldly, "Wu He-Rong is my senior fellow-disciple."

"Tonight, under his order, I have come to deliver a letter of challenge to the leaders of Jiangdong."

"Ten days later. In Jianghai city. At the foot of Mount Tai. My senior fellow-disciple, Wu He-Rong, will challenge the whole of Jiangdong to battle!" "All your grudges will be settled that day."

"At that time, you will put your lives on the line to settle your grievances!"

"If you do not show up, you will end up like this table-"

Bang-

The moment he stopped speaking, the grey-robed man swung his palm down.

A table was smashed to smithereens and bits of wood flew everywhere.

Even the cups on the table were shattered, and the tea spilled on Huo Dun.

When they saw how the man had smashed a table to pieces with just a palm strike, the Jiangdong leaders started trembling once again, and their faces turned as white as sheet.

The grey-robed man's presence was too overpowering. He had zoomed into their room like a bolt of lightning, breaking the door and all the windows in the process.

And then, rather heroically, he had challenged the whole of Jiangdong on his fellow-disciple's behalf. Finally, he had smashed apart a mahogany table with a single palm strike. The series of aggressive moves had shocked everyone in the room.

In front of the grey-robed man, even the usually insufferably arrogant Chen Ao and Li Er were shocked speechless.

After he had finished delivering his message, the grey-robed man turned to leave the restaurant.

But, just then, a sinisterly cold voice rang out softly in the room.

"Stop right there."

"Wipe away the water."

Huo Dun's voice was soft but domineering. His few words were packed with authority and overflowing with anger.

At this moment, Huo Dun was still sitting composedly in his chair, even though the table before him had already been destroyed. His eyes glinted coldly as he looked indifferently at the intruder. Meanwhile, his trim suit was soaked with tea.

Most of the tea had gone on Huo Dun, when the grey-robed man smashed the table and shattered the cups.

Huo Dun prided himself on being the Boxing King of his era, so how could he tolerate the affront from the junior of a stray like Wu He-Rong?

And when the Jiangdong leaders heard Huo Dun's voice, the whole room went quiet again.

The grey-robed man was about to leave after delivering the letter of challenge, but Huo Dun's words made him stop in his tracks.

The room was deathly quiet. But the mood was tense and heavy, as if a ferocious fight was about to break out!

But the fight everyone was expecting did not happen. The grey-robed man stopped for a moment and then continued walking toward the exit.

When Li Er and the others saw this, they thought that the grey-robed man had been frightened by Huo Dun's authority. And they promptly broke out in laughter.

"Haha~"

"That's right!"

"He's just Wu He-Rong's junior. Why do we have to be afraid of him when Mr. Huo is here?" Li Er laughed heartily.

Master Lei San and the other Jiangdong leaders heaved a long sigh of relief. And their feelings of panic lessened a little. The grey-robed man had arrived suddenly and the shock made everyone forget that Huo Dun was in the room with them. "That's right!" 'The Boxing King is with us! We have nothing to fear!"

"Mr. Huo can easily mop the floor with Wu He-Rong, so that guy over there is even less of a threat."

"Go back and tell Wu He-Rong this. Ten days later, the leaders of Jiangdong will show up for the duel."

"Tell him to prepare a coffin for his own use-"

With a powerful backing like Huo Dun, the assembled leaders felt less afraid of their situation.

Meanwhile, some color had returned to Chen Nan's face. And she took a few quiet steps toward Huo Dun, as if she was seeking his protection.

But the grey-robed man turned a deaf ear to the jeers and kept his peace. He continued to move toward the exit.

"Stop right there!" "Did you not hear me? I told you to wipe away the water."

But Huo Dun clearly had no intention of letting the grey-robed man leave. When he saw that the latter was afraid and trying to leave, Huo Dun's tone grew even colder. Although his words were indifferent, he was filled with suppressed rage.

Once again, the grey-robed man stopped momentarily.

And only momentarily. He did not turn around to wipe away the tea on Huo Dun's suit. After a short moment of silence, he once again continued to make his way toward the exit.

Bang-

Huo Dun blew his top and, while in the throes of rage, he stomped on and smashed a bench to pieces. "Are you freaking deaf?" he roared angrily.

"I am the Boxing King. And I am telling you to get your ass over here and wipe away the water."

"Otherwise, you will leave this place as a corpse!"

What an awe-inspiring man!

He had taken showing off to new heights!

Huo Dun's shout caused the whole room to shake a little.

His eyes blazed with authority and, when the others looked at Huo Dun, their respect for him grew even deeper. They thought that he was awesome and truly skilled.

He truly lived up to his titles as the Boxing King and the Tiger of South East Asia!

This time, Jiangdong had found the right person for the job.

Inwardly, Chen Ao and company were rejoicing. Fortunately, they had not taken Ye Fan's advice and chased Huo Dun away. Otherwise, just where would they replace another man daring enough to scold Wu He- Rong's fellow-disciple in such an authoritative manner?

This time, the grey-robed man finally came to a stop. He did not move toward the exit, but turned around and walked toward Huo Dun.

Huo Dun laughed when he saw that the man had yielded. "That's right. Come wipe my suit clean and do a good job. Or you will not be walking out of this place."

Huo Dun laughed smugly. He was in high spirits.

But contrary to everybody's expectation, the grey-robed man did not wipe away the tea on Huo Dun's clothes. A look of regret appeared in his eyes and, suddenly, he swung his palm toward Huo Dun's face. "You scoundrel! How dare you!"

The man's sudden movement shocked Huo Dun. Immediately, the Boxing King clenched his hand into a fist and threw a punch to intercept the grey-robed man's attack.

Bam

The fist and palm clashed together and, with a sound like muffled thunder, the grey-robed man's attack bulldozed forward and broke Huo Dun's arm.

"Arrgh~"

An ear-piercing shriek rang out and Huo Dun, who had been swaggering around earlier, was slapped in the face after getting his arm broken.

The bones in his face shattered, and blood flew everywhere.

Huo Dun's body flew backward after getting slapped and his heavily built body smashed into the wall behind. Blood, along with his teeth, spilled from his mouth and washed over the floor.

"What-"

"What-What-"

At that moment, everybody was stupefied.

Li Er was so frightened that he collapsed onto the floor, while Master Lei San lost his balance and fell back on his seat. Chen Ao's face was twitching uncontrollably and his daughter's face had turned deathly

pale.

Who would have thought that the Boxing King, who had been swaggering about just a moment ago, would get slapped to death by Wu He-Rong's fellow-disciple? And it took only one slap!