The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 31 Master Eight

"Alright, I'll give you a chance!" Egbert said. "If you can knock them off, all my people here, I'll give them the price difference. Of course, if you fail, they won't be able to stop themselves and I can't guarantee what kind of harm they will cause to you!"

“I'll give you a chance too!" Billy put down his teacup and looked at Egbert. “Tomorrow morning, you personally go to the community and apologize door-to-door, then make up the money, I will let you off this time. How do you feel about it?"

Egbert laughed out loud and said, “Interesting, it's been a long time since I heard someone say “let me off the hook’ like that for me!"

After speaking, he stood up and walked to a nearby chair, then beckoned to his men and said, "Get started! Don't let them die."

Then, dozes of men rushed to Billy and Casey with weapons.

"Too bad, you made the wrong choice!" Billy shrugged his shoulders.

Before he finished his words, Casey had already moved.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In less than three minutes, Egbert’s men lay down like ripe lobsters, howling in agony. Sweats dripped down Egbert's forehead, and his face twisted in shock. At the same time, he flicked his wrist and the cigar fell onto his pants, making a sizzling sound.

"Who... who are you?" He swallowed hard and trembled as he looked at Casey after shaking off the ash from the cigarette butt. He couldn't help but be shocked. In just over two minutes, all fifty people had fallen. He had never met someone as capable as Casey in the underground world of Ozin before. He wasn't stupid and thus he realized Casey was not an ordinary person. His heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Did he provoke someone today?

"So? Do you want to call for backup? I can wait for you!" After Casey returned to his seat, Billy looked at Egbert and spoke calmly.

deep breath before speaking up. "We don't have to be enemies

your money! If I don't see you in the neighborhood tomorrow morning, your company

leave some room for ourselves so that we can meet again later on

you're still not convinced?" Billy interrupted him impatiently. "Don't waste

Egbert like that. After a brief pause, Egbert said “If that's what you want,

and dialed a number. When the call connected, he

don't think you two are from Ozin, are you?" After hanging up the phone, Egbert regained some

eat. Don't disturb us.” After speaking, Billy shouted loudly at the crowd of people watching from afar, "Waiter,

hope you can still be this arrogant later!"

in. The leader was a middle-aged man about Egbert's age and he looked strong with sharp eyes that emitted an aura of violence. He was Master Eight, whose real name was Damor Arnold. When he was young both of his hands

met earlier today, Master Eight far surpassed him in terms of strength. Following closely behind Damon was a lean old man with full cheeks, deep-set eyes, and a fierce aura that indicated he was no ordinary martial artist. This old man was none other than Ezio Andrews, Damon's top fighter and the reason why Damon could sit on the throne of

who had entered the restaurant, there were also nearly three hundred people outside holding knives

He quickly stepped forward to greet him. "Thank you

guts to mess with you?" Damon scanned Billy and his

of

"Oh really?"

Arnold, who are you?" "Don't you play on both sides of the law?" Billy ignored Damon and walked to

long face since Billy directly ignored

Damon?" Billy turned his attention towards him instead of responding to Egbert. "Are you sure you want to get

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from him-one that only someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses could possess. He had once befriended a mercenary