The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 86 A Foreign Gangster

However, Billy completely ignored him and walked towards the parking lot.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Can't you hear me?" Eugene angrily caught up with him.

“Get lost!"

"You're so arrogant!" Eugene frowned. "Today, I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"

After speaking, he raised his hand to hit Billy. Just then, several brake sounds were heard and four off-road jeeps stopped not far away. Then more than ten plainclothes men got out of the cars one by one with serious expressions and tense looks on their faces.

"Dad!" When he saw the leading man, Eugene shouted loudly.

"What are you doing here?"

The leader was none other than Eugene's father Waldo Gross.

"Dad, you came just in time. There's a fake soldier here.” Said Eugene as he walked towards his father. "I asked him what rank he was and he shamelessly said that he didn't need one!"

Waldo turned to look at Billy and trembled all over with a shocked expression on his face. Then he quickly walked towards Billy.

“Dad, you need to have him captured and interrogated. I suspect that he...” Eugene continued speaking.

Bang!

Before Eugene could finish his sentence, Waldo kicked him out of the room.

"Dad... why did you hit me?" Eugene tumbled several times before blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ignoring him completely, Waldo ran towards Billy and saluted him with military precision. "Waldo Gross from War Zone reporting to the commander-in-chief!”

Several plainclothes men behind him also rushed over in shock and saluted Billy. "Commander!" Both Eugene and Lawrence's jaws dropped as they were petrified. Both of them knew that except for Jake Hanson, who was currently considered as No. 1 in the east region, no one dared to call themselves a commander. Finally, they understood why Billy said that he didn't have any military rank before. None of the five major lords within their territory had been granted military ranks; being lords was already their identity. Thinking about how they treated Billy previously made them tremble uncontrollably with fear all over their bodies.

"Do you know me?" Billy looked at Waldo.

"Commander, on the night of the Watkins family incident, I followed Vice Commander Hanson to the scene!" Waldo quickly responded.

"He's your son?" Billy then pointed at Eugene. "He suspects that I'm a fake soldier. Do you want to check my identity?"

Waldo knelt down directly and pled with Billy. “I dare not! I apologize for my son's ignorance. Please punish me, Commander!"

After speaking, he turned his head and snapped at Eugene and Lawrence, "You two bastards, why aren't you begging for mercy from Commander? Do you not want to live?"

The two quickly came before Billy and knelt down directly.

“I'm... I'm sorry... We beg for mercy from Commander..."

"Do you believe me now?" asked Billy.

Wesyes, se.”

"Kneel for three hours each and reflect on yourselves." Billy spoke again, “If I find out next time that you're bullying people again, kneeling won't be enough punishment! Also, I don't want Harleen or her friends to know about my identity. You two should know what to do.”

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

"You two bastards better thank Commander for showing mercy!" Waldo shouted in anger.

"Thank... thank you for not blaming us, Commander..." The two men bowed deeply.

"Why are you here?" Billy turned to Waldo and asked.

"Sir, a foreign bandit infiltrated from the east and injured more than thirty of our soldiers. We chased him for three days and nights. Half an hour ago, we received a tip that he was in this restaurant. We have people watching inside!” Waldo replied.

"Oh?" Billy frowned slightly. As King of the West, he had no tolerance for these small-time foreign infiltrators, especially since they had injured his soldiers.

"Ah..."

Just then, there was a cry of surprise from the restaurant. Immediately after that, many diners ran out of the door with horrified faces one after another.

In a blink, Billy had flashed to the entrance of the dining hall. Looking around, he saw a forty-year- old man sitting on a chair with a cigar in one hand.

On the table before him lay a wide, twenty-centimeter blade, whose edge stained with numerous traces of blood. Surrounding him on the ground were four men in plain clothes with fresh blood stil trickling from their mouths. Furthermore, in the hall, there were several diners with wounds, curled up in the corners, trembling in fear.

"Damn scoundrels!" At that moment, accompanied by his companions, Waldo had arrived behind Billy, pointing angrily at their target as he roared.

"You chased me for three days and nights, only to send these weak soldiers to deal with me. Do yoL think so little of me?" The man spoke as he stood up, emitting a strong killing intent, which was apparently from a Tier-two Battle Master.

"Are you a Tier-two Battle Master?” Waldo's face changed slightly. According to his intelligence, thi man had just broken through to the Battle Master level. He didn't expect him to be a top-level one. “Waldo was only at a Tier-one Battle Master and thus they probably wouldn't stand a chance even if more than ten people from their side attacked together. Although they all had guns on them, there were still many diners around and it was difficult to avoid friendly fire when facing an opponent wit such fast teleportation speed.

However, when he thought of Billy being by his side, his heart settled down immediately.

"Your intelligence system is simply pathetic!” the man spoke up. Without further ado, he reached out and grasped the massive blade, his voice resolute. "Enough! No more pointless words. Once I deal with you all, I shall return to my homeland. This journey to Ozin has left me utterly disappointed.”

"You dare to harm over thirty of our men, yet you still plan to retreat?" Billy calmly spoke.

"And who might you be?" The man scrutinized Billy from head to toe. Previously, he hadn't sensed even the slightest ripple of energy from Billy, dismissing his presence altogether.

"If you choose to end your own life, I will spare you a complete corpse!” said Billy.

The man erupted into laughter, his tone turning grave in an instant. "You revel in your pretentiousness. I'll send you to hell first!"

“Whoosh!

He lunged forward as soon as he completed the sentence, wielding the blade in both hands, swiftly descending upon Billy with a howling gust of wind.