Lord Came Back From The Battlefield

“Alright, I’ll give you a chance!” Egbert said. “If you can knock them off, all my people here, I’ll give them the price difference. Of course, if you fail, they won’t be able to stop themselves and I can’t guarantee what kind of harm they will cause to you!”

“I’ll give you a chance too!” Billy put down his teacup and looked at Egbert. “Tomorrow morning, you personally go to the community and apologize door-to-door, then make up the money, I will let you off this time. How do you feel about it?”

Egbert laughed out loud and said, “Interesting, it’s been a long time since I heard someone say ‘let me off the hook’ like that for me!”

After speaking, he stood up and walked to a nearby chair, then beckoned to his men and said, “Get started! Don’t let them die.”

Then, dozes of men rushed to Billy and Casey with weapons.

“Too bad, you made the wrong choice!” Billy shrugged his shoulders.

Before he finished his words, Casey had already moved.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In less than three minutes, Egbert’s men lay down like ripe lobsters, howling in agony. Sweats dripped down Egbert’s forehead, and his face twisted in shock. At the same time, he flicked his wrist and the cigar fell onto his pants, making a sizzling sound.

“Who… who are you?” He swallowed hard and trembled as he looked at Casey after shaking off the ash from the cigarette butt. He couldn’t help but be shocked. In just over two minutes, all fifty people had fallen. He had never met someone as capable as Casey in the underground world of Ozin before. He wasn’t stupid and thus he realized Casey was not an ordinary person. His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. Did he provoke someone today?

“So? Do you want to call for backup? I can wait for you!” After Casey returned to his seat, Billy looked at Egbert and spoke calmly.

Egbert took a deep breath before speaking up. “We don’t have to be enemies just because we haven’t met before. Can we become friends instead?”

“If you don’t call anyone else, then go back and prepare your money! If I don’t see you in the neighborhood tomorrow morning, your company won’t survive!”

“It’s better to leave some room for ourselves so that we can meet again later on friendly terms.” Egbert took another deep breath before speaking again in a low voice.

“It looks like you’re still not convinced?” Billy interrupted him impatiently. “Don’t waste my time anymore! Call whoever you want within half an hour!”

It had been a long time since someone had ignored Egbert like that. After a brief pause, Egbert said, “If that’s what you want, then so be it!”

He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, he spoke into the receiver.

“I don’t think you two are from Ozin, are you?” After hanging up the phone, Egbert regained some confidence and turned to Billy and Casey.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Is the call over? Just wait on the side while we eat. Don’t disturb us.” After speaking, Billy shouted loudly at the crowd of people watching from afar, “Waiter, bring our food!”

“Arrogant bastard! I hope you can still be this arrogant later!” Egbert murmured.

Time flew by quickly; half an hour passed in no time at all and Billy and Casey had filled their stomachs. Suddenly, someone were approaching the door with chaotic footsteps outside. Twenty or so people walked in. The leader was a middle-aged man about Egbert’s age and he looked strong with sharp eyes that emitted an aura of violence. He was Master Eight, whose real name was Damon Arnold. When he was young both of his hands were cut off one finger, which earned him his nickname-Master Eight.

Compared to Neal from Cloud City who they met earlier today, Master Eight far surpassed him in terms of strength. Following closely behind Damon was a lean old man with full cheeks, deep-set eyes, and a fierce aura that indicated he was no ordinary martial artist. This old man was none other than Ezio Andrews, Damon’s top fighter and the reason why Damon could sit on the throne of Ozin’s underground emperor. After the lean old man came Damon’s four trusted subordinates. They were all muscular and powerful.

In addition to these twenty people who had entered the restaurant, there were also nearly three hundred people outside holding knives and sticks with an imposing aura.

“Master Eight!” Egbert’s eyes lit up when he saw Damon. He quickly stepped forward to greet him. “Thank you for coming in person!”

“Egbert, who has the guts to mess with you?” Damon scanned Billy and his companion before asking.

“They’re unfamiliar faces from out of town.” Egbert responded. “They seem skilled.”

“Oh really?”

Damon approached Billy and Casey with Egbert and sized them up. “Damon Arnold, who are you?”

“Don’t you play on both sides of the law?” Billy ignored Damon and walked to Egbert. “That’s all you got?”

Damon pulled a long face since Billy directly ignored him.

“You’re called Damon?” Billy turned his attention towards him instead of responding to Egbert. “Are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?”

“Egbert is my sworn brother, his concerns is my concerns. What do you think?”

He hadn’t paid much attention to Billy earlier but now he sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from him-one that only someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses could possess. He had once befriended a mercenary leader, but Billy appeared more intimidating than Damon’s friend.

“Have you thought it through?” Billy looked Damon up and down. “Let me give you some advice, once you make a move, there’s no turning back!”

“My friend, I can see that you have good taste. If you’re willing to do me a favor, I can act as an intermediary. What do you think?” After some consideration, Damon spoke up.

He didn’t get to where he was today by being reckless and impulsive. He could now be one 100% certain that Billy and his companion had been through countless battles and emerged victorious. The fact that they could maintain such composure in front of so many people was something only extraordinary individuals could achieve.

Although he was the underground kingpin of Ozin, he didn’t want to make enemies with people like them unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Is that so? How do you plan on being our intermediary?” Billy smiled faintly.