The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 247 Trapped Inside

"Hugh, you arrived just in time. That fat guy dared to hit me. Help me teach him a lesson!" The young man who had previously yelled at Stout called out when he saw another man approaching.

The man glanced at the situation and then turned to Stout. "Bro, was your action a bit too heavy?"

"Do you have a problem with it?" Stout responded calmly.

"Since we're both martial artists, how about we find a place to spar?" The man's eyes flashed with a cold glint.

"I don't have time for that," Stout waved his hand dismissively. "If you want to fight, do it quickly. We're here to celebrate Mr Doman's birthday."

"You..." The man furrowed his brows.

"Hugh, it was actually Richard's fault earlier. Could you let it go for my sake?" Robbie Doman intervened. Mr Hines has come to celebrate my uncle's birthday. If you want to spar with this gentleman, can it wait until later?"

"Since you're asking, there's no problem," the man nodded and then looked at Stout again. "I'll wait for you. If you're a true man, don't be a coward."

After saying that, without waiting for Stout's response, he turned and left.

"Mr Hines, I apologize for the inconvenience caused earlier. I'm truly sorry." Robbie Doman said to Derek once the others left.

"Mr Doman, no need to worry about it," Derek replied with a smile. "Is your uncle at home?"

"My uncle is busy at the moment, please, Mr Hines, this way." Robbie gestured courteously.

closely behind. "Boss, that playboy from earlier is Kenny Doman's nephew, Robbie Doman." After

Doman lost his spouse at a young age, leaving him with only

are disciples of a certain sect. They rarely return to

so?" Billy raised an

at such a young age, had already achieved

the families. Many sects and aristocratic clans had existed for thousands of years, and despite societal changes, they stood firm, having their own reasons. Secret Essences and Ink Pavilion were

may I wander around the vicinity?"

"Sure," Billy nodded.

could sense the faint aura of a War Grandmaster somewhere within. Though the other party might be

estate. The two Warlord-level auras Stout had mentioned earlier

by Robbie Doman, entered

seated in the hall besides a middle-aged man with a square face. The eldest among them was a man in his sixties, dressed in Daoist robes, with white hair, youthful features, and a profound gaze. His aura was enveloping

scrutinizing the elder for a moment, Stout's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that the elder's strength was considerable, likely at the Half-Step Warlord

my apologies for my absence." Nick Doman, the second in command of the family, greeted as he rose. "Mr Doman, no need for such formality," Derek glanced around the room and didn't see Kenny Doman. He then inquired, "Is Mr Kenny Doman not present?" "He's occupied at

you." Derek nodded, and he and Stout sat

"Tea, please." Nick gestured.

a tight dress promptly

thoughts on the matter of

do seem a bit excessive. A wise man knows how to balance his financial pursuits. If one blindly pursues

walk by the river too often, you'll eventually get your

continued, "So, Mr Hines, what

to ponder matters on such a grand scale." Derek replied, putting down

an immature