The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 279 The Expensive Car

Chapter 279 The Expensive Car

"If you extend your hand even an inch further, you'll regret it!"

Billy's voice rang out, followed by his appearance alongside Stout within the group's line of sight.

"Huh?" The guy with a crew cut furrowed his brow, turning to look.

"Billy?" Harleen was surprised to see Billy, then her face lit up, and she hurriedly walked towards him.

"Sorry I'm a bit late!" Billy gently smiled, wrapping his arms around his beloved's slender waist. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm." Harleen nestled in Billy's embrace, her face filled with happiness. Now that her husband was here, even if the sky fell, she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

As for why Billy had appeared, with her intelligence, she didn't need to ask; she knew Ava Jones must have called him. Yesterday, after leaving the other company, Ava had insisted on calling Billy, but she had refused because Billy was dealing with important matters in the camp.

"Stout, you've done well." Harleen said with a smile, turning to Stout.

"Ms Knight, you're too kind. I just happened to be touring with Billy in Shenford." Stout grinned.

"Mr Gardner!" Ava Jones approached Billy and greeted him before acknowledging Stout. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Hello, Ava." Billy replied with a smile.

"Are you done talking?" At this moment, Mick Watts spoke.

Seeing the happiness on Harleen Knight's face as she leaned against Billy, he gnashed his teeth in frustration, feeling like someone had taken away his favorite possession.

"Ava, who hit your face?" Billy ignored him and turned to Ava Jones.

"It was him!" Ava Jones pointed her finger at the guy with the crew cut and said loudly.

"Alright." Billy glanced at the guy with the crew cut before turning to Mick Watts and calmly said, "Here's your chance, kneel down, apologize to my wife and Ava, and then give yourselves ten slaps on the face. I'll let you leave. How does that sound?"

"Hahaha..." Mick Watts burst into laughter again, tears almost welling up in his eyes.

He hadn't heard such words in over a decade.

"Have you lost your mind? Do you know who we are?" The guy with the crew cut pointed at Billy and shouted, "You said not to reach out for this hand, right? Come on, try me!"

"As you wish," Stout interjected. With those words, he swiftly moved, grabbed the guy with the crew cut's wrist, and casually twisted it.

A crisp sound echoed, and the guy with the crew cut's entire right arm suddenly looked like a twisted braid of hair.

"Ah!" A miserable cry erupted as the guy with the crew cut immediately dropped to his knees, sweating profusely.

"You're looking for trouble!" The other three men in black roared and charged at Stout.

They rushed in quickly but retreated even faster. In the blink of an eye, all three of them were sent flying. They crashed into the Lamborghini, shattering the windshield and denting the hood.

"Holy, you've damaged a nice car. How unfortunate." Stout said, looking apologetic as he turned to Mick Watts. "Sir, do you know whose car this is? I'll have to make them pay for it!"

"You're asking for trouble!" Mick Watts seethed, turning to the old man. "Dixon, make your move. Disable his hands and feet!"

"Yes, Master Mick!" The old man nodded, raising his hand and attacking Stout. He had decent skills, having reached the perfect stage of a Battle Master.

A muffled sound echoed as the old man was also sent flying, crashing heavily onto the Lamborghini's rear, leaving a large dent.

Mick Watts was astonished to witness this scene. He hadn't expected Stout, who appeared harmless, to possess such skills.

After falling from the car, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with profound fear.

"A... Battle General?" He stammered as he looked at Stout.

Someone who could send him flying with a single palm strike must have a level of cultivation higher than a Battle General.

"Oh my, you've ruined the car again. You're in big trouble now. I think this car is worth at least a few hundred thousand. You'll have to compensate them!" Stout wore an expression of regret.

Mick Watts felt like he was so anger that he was about to vomit blood. A car worth tens of millions had somehow become worth only a few hundred thousand in his mouth.

Ava Jones couldn't help but burst into laughter at the side.

"Wait for me, this isn't over!" Mick Watts muttered through gritted teeth.

"Am I allowing you to leave?" Billy said calmly.

"You better not push your luck, do you even know who I am?" retorted Mick Watts with wrath. "If you infuriate me, none of you four will leave Shenford."

"Young man, don't shout anymore. It's better if you apologize right now, or the consequences will be severe." Stout chimed in.

"I'd like to see..." Mick Watts began.

"Kneel and apologize!" Stout's tone grew heavy, and at the same time, a terrifying pressure swept over Mick Watts, forcing him to his knees with a thud.

Under such terrifying pressure, even a dashing young man like Mick Watts couldn't stand upright, immediately feeling as if he had fallen into an icy abyss as he knelt.

"Ms Knight, I'm... I'm sorry,..." Though he felt unwilling, he still spoke up. He had a feeling that if he didn't apologize, this fat guy might just kill him on the spot!

"Honey, let him go." Harleen said, looking at Billy.

"Listen to my wife!" Billy smiled and then turned to Mick Watts. "I know you're not satisfied, but I'll be staying in Shenford tonight. If you want revenge, feel free to come find me. However, let me remind you, if you want to seek revenge, make sure you have a way to save your life. Otherwise, you won't make it out alive."

After saying that, he held Harleen and turned to leave, with Stout and Ava Jones following closely behind.

"Master Mick, are you okay? Please get up." a few men in black quickly approached and helped him up.

After standing up with a burning anger, Mick Watts kicked each of the three men in black.

"You useless fools!" After angrily berating them, he turned and looked at the backs of Billy and his group. Gritting his teeth, he swore in a low voice, "I swear, I will make all four of you regret being alive!"

After he made a call, Billy and his group had already walked to a nearby five-star hotel.

"Honey, why don't you ask me why I came here?" Billy smiled and asked.

"Why bother asking? It must have been Ava who called you!" Harleen said, then gave Ava a playful look.

"You little troublemaker, you're getting brave now. You're not even listening to me!"