Lord Came Back From The Battlefield

“Hmm?” Osmond paused, feeling a sense of unease rising within him once again.

“Do they know that I’m waiting for my eldest son to return?” Osmond thought to himself.

“Young man, don’t be arrogant. Even if you’re strong, we have so many people here. I don’t believe we can’t beat you!” Adam shouted in a low voice.

“Is that so?” Casey replied coldly.

Before anyone could react, Casey raised his hand and unleashed an even more violent gust of wind towards the crowd on the right side, sweeping them up like a tornado. In the next moment, dozens of people were lifted into the air and fell to the ground either dead or injured.

Everyone’s faces were filled with fear as they involuntarily retreated backwards. Facing such a powerful opponent, relying solely on numbers was meaningless since one slap from him could kill or injure many at once.

“Now what?” Billy spoke calmly again.

“Stop! How dare you come here and act recklessly? Who the hell you are?” Just then, a young man’s voice came from outside the house.

“Coman?” Osmond’s eyes lit up amidst despair.

The rest of the Watkins family looked relieved, as if they had just caught a lifeline.

“You came just in time!” Billy smirked and exchanged a glance with Casey before turning his attention to the group approaching them.

Two hundred people marched towards them, split into two groups. The leaders were a young man and a middle-aged man. The young man bore a striking resemblance to Albion and was none other than Coman Watkins, the heir to the Watkins family fortune. He had short hair, bulging muscles, an intense aura about him and wore an expression of arrogance on his face that put Albion’s playboy demeanor to shame.

The one hundred men behind him exuded an air of superiority that made it clear they were not to be trifled with. And the middle-aged man followed closely behind Coman; he was under fifty years old with chiseled features and well-built physique that spoke volumes about his military background.

“Dad, this is George Padilla.” Coman led the middle-aged man to Osmond’ side.

“Mr Padilla, thanks for your help!” Osmond extended his hand for a handshake.

“My pleasure. I happened to be passing through Ozin so I thought I’d drop by.” Said George.

“Let’s chat later, Dad.” Said Coman curtly before turning towards Billy with anger in his eyes. “You killed my brother?”

“Do you know why I chose today to come knocking?” asked Billy calmly without answering Coman’s question.

“Does it matter?” sneered Coman arrogantly while emitting an aura of hostility that made it clear he meant business. “You dared kill my brother, you won’t leave here alive today even if you have ten lives!”

“Of course it’s important! Although you weren’t involved in the incident five years ago, the things you’ve done over the years are enough to make you want to die in atonement!” Billy said with a slight smile.

“You bastard, do you want to die? Do you know who we are?” A black-clad man behind Coman angrily spoke up.

“A clueless kid like this dares to talk to Deacon Coman like that. I think he’s tired of living!”

“Is this how people from Buddha Hall behave?” Casey coldly looked at them and spoke.

Coman narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing Casey’s words. “You know we’re from Buddha Hall?”

“What do you think?” Casey shrugged.

“It’s interesting! Since you know our identity and still dare to be so presumptuous, it seems like there might be something about your group. What’s your name?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re not qualified to know our name!” Casey replied calmly.

“How arrogant! Let me see what skills you have then!” The black-clad man roared and rushed towards Casey. Ten other members of Buddha Hall followed him to charge with roars.

At this moment, more than ten extremely sharp blades came crashing down like lightning, shattering everything. The blades flashed past their right knees. And in an instant, their calves were all broken, detached from their bodies and fell to the ground, with blood gushing out, and then they all fell. Screams of misery rose and fell, and everyone lay on the ground rolling around.

“Who?” Coman asked in panic. George beside him also became wary of the situation.

The next moment, orderly footsteps came in from the courtyard gate, followed by Judge leading 500 well-dressed young men walking steadily inside.

Coman shuddered all over and his heart was filled with a surge of shock and fear. The members of Buddha Hall behind him were also shocked, with a hint of fear flashing across their faces. George showed his surprise as well.

“You… are you people from SHADOW?” Coman asked Judge.

“Idiot!” Judge didn’t even look at him straight and led 500 men to wait quietly on the side after saying that word.

Billy had instructed him not to reveal his identity for the time being, so all his people didn’t call out Billy’s name there.

“Which member of SHADOW are you?” George spoke at this moment. “The matter today is a personal feud between the Miles family and the Watkins family. It doesn’t seem appropriate for members of SHADOW to get involved, does it?”

“I am quite curious, who are you? One of Jake’s men?” Before Judge could speak, Billy looked at George and spoke calmly.

“Rude!” George’s tone became serious as he said, “How dare you to address the Eastern King by name!”

“You said SHADOW shouldn’t get involved with the Watkins family’s business, so what are you doing here as a member of the East District War Department? Don’t tell me Jake sent you!” said Billy.

“You bastard!” George frowned. “You kill innocent people and dare to act righteous here, truly lawless!”

“I’ve heard that the management under Jake’s leadership in the East District War Department has been chaotic since he got into trouble. Seeing it for myself today, it seems to be true. I don’t care what your relationship is with that young master from the Watkins family. Get out of here with your men right now, and I’ll spare you this time for Jake’s sake. If you don’t leave in one minute, not only will you suffer consequences but also those who came with you!” Billy said with a serious tone.

“Kid, do you really want to die?” George was full of anger.

“Thirty seconds left!” Billy responded.