A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 81 Ye Fan Displays His Prowess

The harsh reality hit the Jiangdong leaders like a sledge hammer. They froze on the spot and their minds went blank, as they tried to take in the enormity of the situation. "Is this the elite you hired?"

"What a piece of trash." At this moment, the black-robed man turned around to look mockingly at Chen Ao and the other leaders.

"He's too weak to even think about defeating my brother"

"My brother can kill him like a chicken from ten feet away!"

Cold laughter rang out from the black-robed man.

When the Jiangdong leaders heard this, their faces twitched at almost the same time.

As for Chen Nan, her eyes widened and she turned paled immediately. She was especially affected by his words.

That was because Ye Fan had just said the same thing.

Could it be that they had all misunderstood Ye Fan?

After he had slapped Huo Dun to death, the black-robed man did not loiter. He clasped his hands behind his back, turned around and walked toward the exit.

Beside the door, a plastic shopping bag containing something suddenly fell down in his path. Since it was blocking his way, the black-robed man stepped on it without batting an eyelid.

Just then, Ye Fan, who had returned for his shopping, arrived at the door. And the moment he saw the black-robed man, the expression on Ye Fan's face changed to one of rage. The washing board he had bought for his wife was being stepped on by somebody!

Ye Fan's sudden appearance caused the black-robed man to frown in disgust, and the latter said disdainfully, "Where did this weakling come from? If you don't wish to die, get out of my way!"

"Screw you!"

"How dare you dirty my wife's washing board!"

Ye Fan blew his top and started scolding the black-robed man, before the latter could make the first move. And as everyone looked on in shock, Ye Fan threw a slap at his opponent. "You brat! How dare you!"

The black-robed man was greatly shocked. He would never have thought that the weakling in front of him would dare to throw the first punch.

And then, the black-robed man's scream of rage was drowned out by a muffled boom.

After that, the world went quiet-

The moon shone brightly in the deep darkness of the night, and the freezing wind blew in through the broken windows.

The wind touched everybody's faces and chilled them to the very core of their being.

In front of them, the black-robed man was lying down on the floor, trembling all over and looking very pathetic.

Clearly, Ye Fan had just slapped him silly.

After he had slapped down the black-robed man, Ye Fan withdrew his hand. And, with a heart filled with remorse, he picked up the washing board from the floor. After blowing away the dirt on the surface, Ye Fan turned to leave while muttering angrily.

But at this moment, the black-robed man picked himself up from the floor. Ye Fan had slapped him so hard that his face was now swollen like a bloated belly.

He had been gravely insulted and he was angry. When he stood up, he started scolding Ye Fan.

"You brat! How dared you attack me when I wasn't ready! You must be tired of living!"

His eyes blazed red with anger and while in the throes of rage, the black-robed man quick-stepped toward Ye Fan. Both his hands were clenched into fists and he swung them toward the back of Ye Fan's head.

Pa-

Under the watchful gazes of everyone in the restaurant, Ye Fan lifted his arm and threw a backhand slap at his attacker.

His movement did not falter at all.

A muffled boom rang out, followed by the screeching sound of bones breaking. Ye Fan had just shattered the arm of his opponent.

As Ye Fan's formidable palm continued to bulldoze toward his opponent, the wind of its passage was so strong that it stirred up the air in the room. And it landed on the hitherto untouched side of the black- robed man's face.

Ye Fan hit him so hard that his head twisted to the side at an unnatural angle. And half of the man's face caved in.

Pssh-

A horrible scream rang out, as the black-robed man spat out blood and teeth.

He flew backward like a cannonball from the force of Ye Fan's slap, before crashing loudly into a window.

Crash-

The window shook and the glass shattered into pieces.

After flying through the window, the black-robed man fell downward for several meters before crashing loudly into the ground.

And the heavy sound of impact caused the restaurant to shake a little.

As for Ye Fan, not once did he turn back to look at his audience or victim. During the fight earlier, Ye Fan had just thrown the backhand slap without turning his head to look at his opponent. After dealing with his attacker, Ye Fan started walking toward the exit without even bothering to greet Chen Ao and Li Er.

And he continued walking as he answered his phone. "Mu-Cheng, I am sorry."

"Honey, please listen to my explanation?"

"I am really sorry-"

Amidst his pleas for mercy, Ye Fan quickly vanished from everybody's sight.

Leaving behind a surprised and silent audience at the restaurant.

Just then, everyone inside the room was flummoxed.

They all stood there in a daze, with their eyes wide opened, as if they had just seen a ghost.

Who would have thought it?

To think that the person who had slapped the Boxing King to death ended up suffering a humiliating defeat at the hands of Ye Fan.

It took Ye Fan only two slaps to beat the black-robed man senseless. And after he had fallen down from the second floor, it was uncertain if the latter was still alive.

Who was the most powerful of them all?

Ye Fan!

Who was the most awe-inspiring of them all?

Ye Fan!

At this moment, both Chen Ao and Li Er were nearly driven mad by the emotions raging within them.

Just a moment ago, Ye Fan had rather impressively demonstrated to them how to thoroughly defeat one's opponent within three moves.

He had shown them how to slaughter a person like a chicken from ten feet away!

Silence.

It went on for a long while.

Ye Fan had already left for several minutes already, but the room remained silent.

It was deathly quiet.

So quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the windows could be heard.

As it swept through the crowd, they could not help but shudder subconsciously.

Ye Fan's fighting prowess had frightened everyone present.

Especially Chen Nan and Lei San, who were just then looking at each other in shock.

And then they looked at the corpse of the Boxing King, which was lying pathetically in a pool of blood. After that, they turned to look at the broken window which the black-robed man had just flown through. Chen Nan's face turned white as sheet as she looked speechlessly at the shocking sights.

Even now, she could still hardly bring herself to believe what had just happened.

Ye Fan had sent a man flying with just two slaps!

And he had not even turned his head to look when he threw the second slap! "Screw this shit!"

"Is he freaking still human?"

"He is too powerful!"

While many Jiangdong leaders were sighing feelingly, there were also sharp intakes of breath among the others when they recalled what had just happened.

A while ago, everyone had proclaimed Ye Fan to be a rich brat who was not only useless but overly arrogant as well. Who would have thought that the rich brat would be able to defeat the black-robed man with just two slaps?

It seemed unbelievable, but the truth was right there before their eyes.

"I am afraid the shit has hit the fan."

Chen Ao's face was an ugly shade of green and, just then, he looked very gloomy. Meanwhile, Li Er was squatting on the ground and panicking. He too looked very terrible.

Earlier, when Ye Fan had volunteered his help, both of them believed that he was overestimating his abilities and behaving recklessly. So, like the other leaders, Chen Ao and Li Er had chose not to believe in him.

But now, the Boxing King they had spent a lot of money to hire from Thailand was laying dead on the floor before them. He had been killed by Wu He-Rong's fellowdisciple even before he could go challenge Wu He-Rong.

On the other hand, Ye Fan had only used two slaps to thoroughly defeat Wu He-Rong's fellow-disciple. Ye Fan. The person whom Chen Nan had said was a good-for-nothing, the person whom Huo Dun had called a moron and whom everyone else thought was overly arrogant.

Oh, the irony!

What a huge irony this was.

All the people, who had just jeered at and looked down on Ye Fan, were now all redfaced with shame. They bowed their heads, unable to speak a word.

And Lei San, the person who had led the other leaders to drive away Ye Fan, was panicking more than the others. His face and body was trembling as he looked at Chen Ao. "Mr. Chen, have... have we offended a VIP?"