The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1728

“You're right,” Bill agreed, nodding slowly. “We'll make a trip to the Chu residence to propose an alliance. This is a debt that must be paid with blood.”

Without further ado, the men made their way to Mount Chumen to meet Chu Zhengliang.

They were adamant on obtaining the support of Chu Sect to attack Ye Fan.

“He killed my daughter,” Bill growled in the vehicle, over and over again. “In doing so, he has made a mortal enemy out of the Jones family.”

Their limousine soon rolled to a halt at the foot of the hill as it could travel no further upward.

As soon as the men opened the doors to prepare to ascend the mountain on foot, the chilly ambience in the air quickly discouraged the notion.

“Don't you find it oddly cold today, Dad?” Michael asked he cast a wary eye about.

Bill fervently agreed with his son as his teeth chattered. He could not help but notice that even breathing soon became a labored activity.

It feels like the weight of a mountain crushing down on my chest.

As the Jones' stood uncertainly as they debated whether or not they should proceed, a silhouette appeared not too far away.

Though appearing no bigger than a speck initially, Michael and Bill failed to repress their shudders from the figure's demonic aura as it approached.

They had also discovered that it was from that figure that the chill that permeated their bones emitted as it bristled with murderous intent.

Leaving a trail of dense, suffocating air in its wake, the grass where it trod turned to sharp icicles.

“Is that...” Bill's voice trailed off fearfully at the sight of such an evil presence.

When the figure was close enough to be recognized, the Jones froze in shock.

“Chu... Chu Tianfan?”

“How could it be him?” “What's he doing here?”

“Is he going to storm up Mount Chumen again?”

Bill and Michael stared in disbelief, not expecting to find their mortal enemy at the very location they were heading to conspire against him.

“What are you doing here?” Bill demanded with as brave of a voice he could muster.

Ye Fan did not seem to have heard them. In fact, his stride did not even falter.

Under the terrified gaze of the Jones', the younger man continued upward with his sword rattling in its scabbard.

With a placid sense of cruel purpose, he trudged up the mountain.

“What is Chu Tianfan doing here, Michael?” Bill turned to his son in terror. “Could he be here to admit his transgressions?”

“I don't know, Dad.” Michael shook his head. “He might be.”

More than anything else, they concocted that assumption as a means to reassure themselves. One look at his impassive face was all that was needed to convince them that Ye Fan was not in an apologetic mood.

Anybody could tell that that man only has murder on his mind.

Under the stupefied gaze of the Jones', Ye Fan arrived at the entrance before a pair of guards of Chu Sect. They stood guarding a new set of doors that replaced the ones that he had knocked down a month ago.

Ye Fan's approach interrupted their conversation regarding the matter of members of the Chu family heading to China to apologize to Ye Fan.