A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 148 Mr. Chu, Please Save Jiangdong!

Outside the hall, the traffic on the road flowed incessantly while the pedestrians continued to crowd the

pavements.

Faraway in the horizon, dark clouds could be seen gathering in the sombre sky.

For the past two days, the rain had refused to fall.

At this moment, the little county town at the foot of Mount Tai was as peaceful as it had always been.

But just how many people would actually know that, right now, a death match was taking place within

the Mount Tai Hall.

Boom~

As everyone looked on, the fists of the two opponents collided together with a loud boom.

And the heavy sound exploded like muffled thunder in everybody's ears.

After the two fists had collided together, the spectators only heard a crackling sound. And the next thing

they saw was the sight of Meng Bai-Chuan's broken arm drooping uselessly from his shoulder. All the

bones in his right hand and arm had been shattered during the collision.

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Meng Bai-Chuan let out a heartrending scream and the sound shocked all the spectators in the hall.

But breaking the elderly soldier's arm did not slow down Wu He-Rong's punch, and it continued to

speed forward until it landed on the Meng Bai-Chuan's chin.

It was a beautiful upper-cut!

Wu He-Rong's upper-cut threw Meng Bai-Chuan's nearly four hundred pound body into the air.

Meawhile, a stream of blood and teeth fountained from the latter's mouth.

Immediately after he had blown his opponent away, Wu He-Rong stomped his foot on the ground and

jumped.

He soared like an eagle, twisted his body while in midair and kicked out hard.

Bang-

The heavy kick connected forcefully with Meng Bai-Chuan's chest and his rib cage shattered with a

crackling sound.

And then, as everyone looked on in shock, Meng Bai-Chuan flew backward through the air like a kicked

puppy.

An instant later, nearly four hundred pound of flesh and bone crashed through the sturdy wall of Mount

Tai Hall.

As the high wall of the hall broke apart, Meng Bai-Chuan's bloodied body flew out of the hall and

landed on the street outside.

With a loud bang, he crashed onto the ground and started to spew out blood.

Whoosh-

Just then, a heavy truck sped by and ran over Meng Bai-Chuan's body.

By the time Zhao Wu-Ji and his men reached the scene, all they could find was just a badly mutilated

corpse. When they carried it into the hall, the body had become a mass of unrecognizable flesh.

Deathly silence~

The hall had become dead quiet.

As they looked at the mutilated corpse of Meng Bai-Chuan, none of the spectators could make a

sound.

Only the chilly night wind continued to rush noisily into the hall through the hole in the wall.

Zhao Wu-Ji was dumbfounded.

All the spectators were panicking so much that they were rendered speechless.

Unexpectedly, Meng Bai-Chuan, the man who had just bragged about replicating the miraculous feat of

General Guan, had died after taking just two punches and one kick from his opponent!

He had not even had the time to scream before getting squashed by the heavy truck. Now, all that was

left of him was a mass of bloody pulp.

"This Wu He-Rong. Just... just how strong is he?"

Many spectators had turned considerably pale as they sat there dumbfounded.

As for Zhao Wu-Ji, he had been struck dumb by the turn of events and there was a most terrible

expression on his face.

He stood there in a daze as he looked down at the mangled corpse of Meng Bai-Chuan. He felt as if he

had just been slapped in the face. Right now, he was blushing bright red and he felt so ashamed that

he wished the ground would open up and swallow him.

Just a moment ago, not only had he called Meng Bai-Chuan a living Guan Yun-Chang, but he had also

claimed that his hired fighter would replicate General Guan's miraculous slaying of Hua Xiong.

However, immediately after his boast, Wu He-Rong had kicked Meng Bai-Chuan out into the street.

And then the latter had died a horrendous death when he got ran over by a heavy truck.

Zhao Wu-Ji was struck dumb by such a huge twist in the plot.

Until now, he still could not accept what had just happened.

"Hahaha-"

"This is too funny!"

"Damn it! Zhao Wu-Ji, is this the living General Guan you were talking about?”

"Is this the god damn chief instructor of the armed forces? The one you spent a hundred million to

hire?"

"It took just two punches and one kick to kill him."

"Wasn't he just a moron?" "What a freaking noob!' "The only thing he managed to do tonight was to

disgrace himself~"

Li Er and the other Jiangdong leaders were laughing so hard that their sides ached. At the same time,

they did not forget to do their best to ridicule Zhao Wu-Ji.

Chen Ao also laughed heartily: "Haha~"

"Somebody, go get the coffin Mr. Zhao prepared for tonight. We can use it to hold Chief Instructor

Meng's corpse.”

"Mr. Zhao truly has the gift of foresight. He knew his hired help was a freaking noob and would

definitely die during the match, so he has prepared a coffin for this occasion."

"How astute of him. I really admire him for that. I really do~"

"Hahaha-"

Chen Ao and the other Jiangdong leaders could not stop laughing.

Zhao Wu-Ji's face was flushed bright red with shame, and he wished he could just kill himself.

What a piece of trash!

Meng Bai-Chuan was just a piece of trash-

Okay, so you were a freaking noob. Fine. In that case, why did you have to go bragging in front of

everyone?

Although Meng Bai-Chuan had already died, Zhao Wu-Ji was still lashing out at him inwardly.

At this moment, the latter had turned into the laughing stock of Jiangdong.

"But Chen Ao, even though my man is dead, there is no reason for you to be happy."

"In Wu He-Rong's eyes, we are all on the same boat."

"We are all bound together for good or ill." "If Jiangdong cannot fend off Wu He-Rong, I won't be the

only one to die, You, Chen Ao, will also die along with me." Zhao Wu-Ji said sinisterly.

But Chen Ao only replied indifferently: "Zhao Wu-Ji, it is still too early to say that."

"The person you were relying on is dead, but the person I am relying on is still around."

"Mm?" Zhao Wu-Ji was surprised. "Don't tell me you still have another card to play?"

Chen Ao burst out laughing. "I have already told you. The person I am truly relying on is not

headmaster Xing He, but Mr. Chu."

"Mr. Chu?" When he heard this, Zhao Wu-Ji laughed out loud, as if he had just heard the funniest joke

in the world.

"You are talking about that brat?"

"Mr. Chen, are you kidding me?"

"Even the chief instructor of the armed forces could not do anything to Wu He-

Rong, and you are telling me you are going to pin your hopes on some inexperienced brat?"

"You are too funny."

"That fellow has probably ran away like that useless old man."

"Maybe they even shared the same car?" Zhao Wu-Ji laughed derisively.

But Chen Ao ignored him.

At this moment, Wu He-Rong was still standing proudly on the stone platform. He looked around the

hall and then he bellowed majestically: "Jiangdong, is there anybody else here who can fight me?"

Boom~

A gale sprung up and swept through the hall. Where it passed, people were overwhelmed with awe.

All the spectators were rendered speechless by panic. Nobody dared to say a word.

Qiu Mu-Cheng and Su Qian had turned deathly pale. While Wang Yu and Liu Jia-Wei were

overwhelmed with panic.

However, just as the spectators in the hall were reeling in panic, Chen Ao stepped down from the dais.

And then, as everyone was looking at him, he turned to face the spectators' seats, bowed and offered a

fist-salute. In an instant, his voice, that was filled with hope and reverence, resounded through the hall.

"Mr. Chu, please save Jiangdong!”

After Chen Ao had made his move, Li Er also stepped forward, bowed and spoke reverentially in the

direction of the spectators: "Mr. Chu, please save Jiangdong!"

Lei San also offered a fist-salute and shouted reverential words that echoed through the air.

"Mr. Chu, please save Jiangdong-"

Like a rock dropping into the ocean, the trio's actions created waves among the other Jiangdong

leaders.

In an instant, half of their number all stood up and stepped forward together.

Immediately after, they faced the spectators' seats and bowed.

"Mr. Chu, please save Jiangdong~"

"Mr. Chu, please save Jiangdong~"

Their reverential words coalesced into a stream and swept across the land like a tidal wave.

At this moment, the nearly ten thousand strong crowd were thrown into a panic and rendered

speechless.

Li Xiao-Hong had turned deathly pale, while Wang Yu and Liu Jia-Wei were both startled from their

seats.

At this moment, all the spectators within Mount Tai Hall were in a frenzied state.

Who was this Mr. Chu?!!

Together with the King of Jiangdong,

Master Li Er of Yunzhou and Master Lei San of Jingzhou had bowed reverentially to him. Afterward,

half of the province's leaders had also paid him their respects and, at the same time, entrusted the

survival of Jiangdong to his hands.

What kind of person was he?!!

As Qiu Mu-Cheng was being overwhelmed with confusion, Su Qian was staring with bulging eyes.

Everybody was looking around in a panic.

Just then, the same puzzlement was sweeping through the minds of the spectators.