A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 136

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.

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~"