The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 428 Preparing to Act

"Pay up! Since you're a scion of a noble family, twenty billion should be a small matter for you," Stout said, ignoring Sheila Harvey, and turned to Mark Barber. "And you, can you come up with two billion? If you can't, you'll have some trouble today."

Mark Barber let out a sigh and headed towards the door. "Today, consider that we've disturbed you. We'll take our leave."

"Have I allowed you to leave?" Billy spoke calmly.

"What do you want?" Mark Barber turned and shot a cold glance at Billy.

"Don't you understand Glavalish? Then don't come to Glavale!" Stout responded. "Today, without two billion, you won't be able to leave anywhere."

"If you don't want to pay, everyone will have to forfeit one arm. You have two choice.," Billy added.

"Have you heard my boss?" Stout chimed in. "Two billion for one arm is a good deal!"

"I'm a member of the royal family in Nanrania. If you dare to touch me, you'll face the consequences!" Mark Barber revealed his family background, hoping to deter them.

After saying that, he walked towards the door, with Elder Thornen and several black-clad men following closely behind. Mark Barber had his own pride, representing his country for business talks, and he truly didn't believe Stout would dare to lay a hand on him.

"Elder Ruiz, we're leaving too." Sheila glanced at Billy before standing up to follow.

"Are all Nanrania's people as foolish as you?" Stout looked at Mark Barber and asked. As he finished speaking, he swung his palm, creating a howling gust of wind.

Mark Barber had the strength of a Warlord beginner, nearly two major realms lower than Stout. Therefore, he couldn't evade this palm.

Boom!

Just as he had taken a few steps forward, a muffled sound rang out, and he was sent flying. He tumbled several somersaults in the air before finally coming to a stop, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he landed.

"Young Master!" Several attendants exclaimed loudly.

in alarm, a flash of panic crossing

for hosting Mark Barber in Glavale, she would bear a certain responsibility if anything were

his eyes bloodshot, his anger raging. He gritted his teeth. "I formally inform you all, no matter who you

are a fool!" Stout

on Mark's side roared angrily, leading several black-clad individuals as they charged toward Stout. "Elder Ruiz, let's take action together!" Sheila Harvey instructed

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take action themselves, let

nodded

breaking soon filled the air. Two elderly men and several black-clad individuals simultaneously fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Grandmaster?" The two elderly men finally realized

Barber and Sheila Harvey. "Is it your turn now? Will you do it yourselves, or should I help you?" "You... you scoundrel! You'll pay for your actions

strength earlier,

to take action myself."

raised his hand, preparing to strike

I... I'll pay..." Sheila Harvey shouted, her face pale. She knew that she had no choice

seen Stout's earlier display, and

then looked at Harleen. "Ms Knight, provide them with the company's bank account details." "Stout, forget it. Just let them go." Harleen

account details." Billy

didn't want to escalate the

be fine." Billy interrupted her again with

that her husband must have had another purpose for doing this; otherwise, he wouldn't antagonize them over these four billion dollars. Afterward, she copied down the company's account number onto a piece of paper and

accepted the account number, took out her phone, dialed a number, and then began speaking rapidly. Five minutes later, four billion was transferred to SunPark

leave now?" Sheila Harvey asked

Stout waved his hand. "Welcome

teeth and spoke, every word filled with venom. Then she turned to Mark Barber and said, "Mr

will meet again soon!" Mark shot a cold, determined look at Billy. Then,

chips, or else your life will stay

this go?" Sheila Harvey added, her voice icy. Afterward, she left with the two elderly men and the black-clad individuals. "Dear, they won't give

reassured her