The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 143 A True Master Battle God

Chapter 143 A True Master Battle God

Tyrone May took a few steps forward, dodged the daggers of the two people in front of him, and then charged straight at them, causing both to fall to the ground again.

Just as the others were about to charge forward, Tyrone May's butcher's knife was already at the bald guy's throat.

"Let your people stop!" Tyrone May threatened.

"Damn it, if you've got the guts, go ahead and kill me!" the bald guy roared out.

"You're so eager to die, I'll oblige!" Tyrone May responded with a deep tone. As he spoke, he slightly increased the strength in his hand, and a shallow bloodstain appeared on the bald man's throat.

"Stop it, all of you stop it!" The bald man was so scared that he shouted out in a panic.

"Butcher May, do you wanna die? Let him go!" All of them simultaneously came to a halt.

"Go back and tell Hamster that the villagers are just trying to make a living, and don't push them!" Tyrone May ignored them and looked at the bald man. "If there's a next time, this knife will be at Hamster's throat!"

After speaking, he kicked the bald man to the ground with one foot and said, "Get out of here!"

"You just wait! I'm gonna kill you today! I swear I will!" the baldy gnashed as he got off the floor and then fled.

After they left, there was a thunderous applause on the scene.

"Thank you, Tyrone. Thank you!" The woman who had spoken before looked gratefully at Tyrone May.

"You're welcome." Tyrone May responded calmly. Then he looked around at the crowd and said, "Everyone be careful these days. They may not give up easily. If they come again, let me know."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he walked towards the meat area. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

At that moment when he turned around, his eyes swept in Billy's direction.

"Thank you, Butcher May!"

"Thank you, Tyrone!"

"..."

Everyone expressed their gratitude one after another.

"What is him?" Billy walked up to a middle-aged man and pointed to Tyrone May's back as he asked.

"A good person!" The middle-aged man responded.

"Butcher May is a well-known good person in our area. Whenever fellow villagers encounter similar situations, he will lend a helping hand."

"Is he a local?" Billy continued to ask.

"No, he came here three years ago and we don't know where he's from. Based on his accent, he's probably from the north." the middle-aged man responded again.

"Does he have any family here?" Billy handed him a cigarette.

"No!" The middle-aged man took the cigarette and said, "In these three years, no one has come to see him and he has never left."

"He seemed pretty tough just now. Does he know martial arts?" Billy lit his cigarette and took a puff.

"I'm not sure about that. He's mainly just strong." The middle-aged man shook his head.

At this point, seeming wary, he looked at Billy and asked, "Who are you? Why are you asking about him?"

"I'm here to get some groceries . I was just curious so I asked," Billy smiled lightly. "Thank you."

"Boss!" Just then Judge approached Billy and pointed in the direction of the meat section nearby.

"Hmm?" Billy narrowed his eyes slightly.

They saw Tyrone May leave on a rickety bicycle towards a nearby village after leaving his stall.

"He must be worried that baldy will call more people over and it will harm innocent people around here." After responding lightly, Billy spoke up again, "Let's go check it out!"

"Can you sense his martial arts cultivation level?" asked Judge as they were walking, "I found the energy around him is unstable, and vague."

"At least a True Master Battle God!" Before Billy responded, Casey said, "If I'm right, there should be injuries on him which makes it hard for him to use even perfect strength equaling that of a Tier- two Battle God."

"That's right!" Judge nodded.

"It's probably Ebony Lord, otherwise, how could a Battle God like him hide in this place for three years without showing himself?" After speaking, he looked at Billy again. "Do you want to just grab

him and ask?"

"What do you think?" Billy gave him an annoyed look. "If he doesn't want to admit his identity, what can you do?"

"I don't believe I can't get him to talk!" Judge responded.

"Don't forget, he has been with SHADOW longer than you have. He probably knows more about SHADOW than you do." Billy replied again.

"Alright." Judge twitched his mouth and paused briefly before continuing. "But indeed, I admire him. As a SHADOW Provincial Governor, he is willing to stay in this small place for three years. If it were me, I would have gone crazy long ago!"

"Maybe he's waiting for something," Billy spoke up.

"He's waiting for justice." Billy added as he stared ahead thoughtfully.

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the entrance of a village and saw Tyrone May riding his bike into a small courtyard surrounded by walls.

"Should we go in?" asked Judge.

"Let's wait a bit longer. Someone else is coming."

Not long after Billy finished speaking, two cars stopped at the gate of the small courtyard and eight men got out of them one after another. The leader was a muscular man in his forties who held a string of Buddhist beads and fiddled with them, appearing impressive indeed. Following closely behind him were two men in gray clothes, with unpleasant faces and sharp eyes, emanating a strong aura. The bald man and several tattooed men followed closely behind the three.

"Bang!"

Upon arriving at the entrance, the two tattooed men quickly approached and kicked open the gate to the courtyard. After entering the courtyard, they looked around and saw Tyrone May sitting under a big tree sharpening his butcher knife.

"Butcher May, I heard you wanted to see me?" The leading muscular man was Hamster as previously mentioned by Tyrone May. He spoke coldly while looking at Tyrone May.

"The villagers have it tough enough. Give them a way out!" Tyrone May said but he didn't even look up.

"Do you think you're a savior?" Hamster sneered coldly. "Last time I respected you as a man so I didn't bother with you. Do you think that I'm afraid of your butcher knife?"

"A cornered dog will jump over walls. If you push them too far who knows what they'll do." Tyrone May continued sharpening his knife.

"You don't need to worry about that!" Hamster continued coldly, "Let's start by settling your debts first!"

"Three months of booth fees plus compensation for hitting my people, I won't ask for much more than 500 thousand, then we can call it even."

"If you leave now, I'll let you go unharmed." After finishing sharpening his knife, Tyrone May used his left thumb to scrape it across its edge.