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.

and Donald followed closely behind. "Boss, that playboy from

his spouse at a young age, leaving him with only a daughter named Julia

and Julia Doman are disciples of a certain sect. They rarely return

Is that so?" Billy raised an

wonder Robbie Doman, at such a young age, had already achieved the Battle General realm. So, he was a disciple

Hidden World Aristocrats and Ancient Martial Sects were two forces outside of the aristocratic families that couldn't be underestimated. In terms of combat strength, they far surpassed 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

around the vicinity?" Judge asked after a

"Sure," Billy nodded.

another glance deep into the estate. He could sense the faint aura of a War Grandmaster somewhere within. Though the other party might be trying to

in the northwest corner of the estate. The two Warlord-level auras Stout had mentioned earlier seemed to be emanating from there. Billywas

and his companions, led by Robbie Doman,

several people 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

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

presence is a great honor. Please accept 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

and he and Stout sat on the sofa, with Donald standing

"Tea, please." Nick gestured.

in a tight dress promptly poured tea

rather turbulent. What are your thoughts on the matter of the three families?"

But their actions do seem a bit excessive.

as they say, if you walk by the river too often, you'll eventually

chuckled and continued, "So, Mr Hines, what

businessman. I lack both the capability and interest to ponder matters on such

Nick smiled slightly. "I have an immature idea.