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.

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

spouse at a young age, leaving

Doman are disciples of a

so?" Billy

achieved 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 were both sects that had endured for

around the vicinity?" Judge asked

"Sure," Billy nodded.

into the estate. He could sense the faint aura of a War Grandmaster

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

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

elder for a moment, Stout's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that the elder's strength was considerable, likely at the Half-Step Warlord level. "Father, Mr

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,

Stout sat on the sofa, with

"Tea, please." Nick gestured.

a tight dress promptly poured

turbulent. What are your thoughts on the matter of the

just a humble businessman. What do I know? But their actions do seem a bit excessive. A wise man knows how to balance his financial pursuits. If one blindly pursues

by the river too often,

and continued, "So, Mr Hines, what are your thoughts on Enssea's

to ponder matters

slightly. "I have an immature idea.