The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1883

“What happened then?” the billionaire asked.

The boatman continued to talk freely. “Lu Songliang was at the peak of his life after the Supreme title was bestowed upon him. Who would have thought a man would suddenly show up with a sword and killed off numerous fighters of Westlake? Even Lu Songliang, the head of the Lu Clan, was also killed.”

The boatman continued in admiration, “In the end, the entire Westlake was bathed in blood. Even Heart Island, which always had lush vegetation, was completely scorched. After that, Westlake was closed for more than a year, and no tourists were allowed to enter. It has only been reopened recently, and Heart Island, which you see now, has been repaired and renovated after the brutal battle.”

Unexpectedly, the billionaires on the boat burst into laughter as soon as the boatman finished.

“Dude, did you read too many novels? I admit that your story is vivid, and most audiences would think that parts of it did indeed happen. If we aren't firm believers of materialism, we might have fallen for your mystical story by now.”

The other billionaires shooktheir hands and chuckled.

The boatman stared at him and said, “You don't believe me, do you? You're thinking that I made up these stories?”

“Hahaha... Mister, it's not that we don't trust you, but your story is simply too outrageous. How can someone massacre so many people in a society that embraces the rule of law? Besides, if that person committed premeditated murder by killing that many people in Westlake, it would have become major news. In that case, why aren't we aware of such news?”

The other billionaires continued to shake their heads, thinking that the old boatman had made up such an absurd story.

After a while, one of the billionaires said, “Mister, I'm afraid he's right. In today's modern world, the era of fighting and killing with cold weapons has passed. No matter how sharp a sword is, it is no match for a bullet. Anyone who rushes to Westlake to kill others with a sword will be shot dead by snipers within seconds.”

The next moment, another billionaire added, “Well, I did hear about the tragedy in Westlake. Back then, the Lu Clan's stage collapsed and led to many deaths in the lake. However, there were no so-called fighters involved. In conclusion, it was an accident and not a mystical incident.”

All billionaires thought the boatman was spouting nonsense.

After all, it was difficult for ordinary folks to believe stories that sounded like a fantasy.

At most, they only treated the boatman's story as a legendary tale.

“How short-sighted! You don't think it's true because you didn't see it. Moreover, you think I'm spouting nonsense because it's something beyond your understanding! It's up to you whether you believe it or not. You have limited knowledge about it, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong.”

The boatman was a prideful man. He decided not to continue sharing the story since they thought he made it up on his own.

The billionaires couldn't help but laugh again. Then, one of them asked mockingly, “Yes, we're indeed short-sighted. Since you are so sure that a fighter, who is strong enough to destroy the world, has obliterated the Lu Clan, do you know who he is?”

The billionaire continued with a grin, “We know that you're very experienced. Since the fighter is a prominent figure, I'm sure you must know his name.”

It appeared that the billionaires intended to expose the boatman's lie.

The boatman sneered, “Well, you're right. I do know his name. Anyway, you don't have to mock me. Judging from your attire, I can tell that you are rich. The places I have visited and the things I have seen are no match for yours. After all, I've spent almost my entire life rowing the boat on Westlake and have only seen the sunset here.”

After pausing for a while, the boatman added, “However, even though it may be true that I have seen lesser things than you, I have listened to stories galore. After all, I have rowed the boat for decades, of which more than ten thousand customers have boarded it.

“A few years ago, a few tourists from other provinces visited Westlake and told me the story. The fighter's name is Mo Wuya. He is the son of Mo Gucheng, the King of Fighters. Also, he is one of the most

outstanding young men in China's martial arts world nowadays.”

The boatman shared the story proudly. At that moment, he seemed like a knowledgeable professor who was teaching his fellow students a valuable lesson.

“Mo Wuya? Who is he? Did you say he is the son of the King of Fighters? Well, it does seem that he is a powerful figure then.”

The billionaires were still puzzled by the whole story, and some began to think that the boatman had made the name up.

“Hah! What nonsense!” Just when everyone was feeling suspicious, someone suddenly huffed in anger.