The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 144 Please, Leave

Chapter 144 Please, Leave

Hamster and his crew were all stunned when they heard him speak.

"What the hell are you talking about, Butcher?" The bald guy was the first to yell out.

"How dare you shamelessly claim to spare Hamster's life? Are you out of your mind?"

"If you say one more word, I'll send you on your way." Tyrone May responded calmly.

"You..." The bald guy started shouting again.

But before he could finish a sentence, Hamster slapped him down and snapped, "I'm talking here. What are you interrupting for?"

"I'm sorry!" The bald guy quickly apologized and bowed his head.

"Butcher May, what did you just say? Say it again," Hamster took two steps towards Tyrone May as he spoke.

"Are you not leaving?" Tyrone May stood up as he spoke and glanced at the two gray-clothed men behind Hamster at the same time.

"You've opened my eyes. How dare you threaten me!" Hamster sneered coldly. And he continued as his tone became more serious, "If you don't want to die, kneel down right now. Otherwise from tomorrow onwards there will be no more Butcher May here!"

"Well if nobody wants to leave then let's not leave together. I'll give everyone a gift before we go!" Tyrone May said calmly.

Boom!

As soon as he completed the sentence, his aura changed completely like a different person had taken over him; an overwhelming pressure washed over the entire small courtyard.

Immediately, Tyrone's figure flashed out like a phantom.

"Be careful, Boss!" The two gray-clothed men's pupils shrank coldly as they sensed the change in Tyrone May's body. As they shouted, the they raised their hands and rushed forward. The energy enveloping them rapidly climbed to their limits, reaching the level of a True Master Battle Master.

However, just as the two men had run halfway out, they suddenly stopped and fell to the ground one after another. A bloodline appeared at their throats and blood arrows shot out.

"How... how is this possible?" One of the gray-clothed men covered his throat with difficulty and spoke. Before he could finish speaking, he kicked his legs and lost his breath. The other man opened his mouth but couldn't say a word either. He also twitched all over before becoming still.

That made Hamster and others inhale sharply with expressions that looked like they had seen ghosts on their faces.

The bald man and several other men who were present earlier collapsed directly on their legs in fear. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Who... who are you exactly?" Hamster swallowed hard before asking him nervously because he knew how skilled those two gray-clothed people were; both were wanted criminals hiding under fake identities whom he paid a lot of money to follow him.

But unexpectedly enough - they got killed by someone wielding only an ordinary butcher knife. Was there anything more frustrating than this?

"In your next life, be sure to be a good person." Tyrone May didn't answer him back but flipped his wrist again instead.

"No..." Hamster cried out in fear.

The words came to an abrupt halt as, just like before, his throat was slit by a swift blade. He tumbled to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then fell silent. Eyes wide open, staring back, he never imagined he would meet his end like this–killed by a pig butcher's knife.

The bald man and the others quickly knelt down, their faces showing endless shock.

"I'm sorry... Please spare my life, sir... please, I beg you..."

The bald guy's words remained unfinished. After a flurry of blade flashes, everyone was lying down, without exception. Every single one of them had breathed their last breath.

"Not bad! Only by doing so can you live up to the name of Ebony Lord!" At this moment, a voice came into the courtyard, and it was Billy and his two companions.

After hearing the two words "Ebony Lord," a hint of strangeness flashed deep in Tyrone May's eyes.

Immediately after, without the slightest hesitation, the butcher's knife carved out several icy streaks in the air, swiftly slashing towards the three individuals.

"You're seeking death!"

Judge, who was prepared in advance, took a couple of steps forward. With a twist of his wrist, he brandished a curved blade, sending out even fiercer slashes.

In the next moment, a crisp sound echoed. Tyrone May's butcher's knife was cleaved into two by Judge's cold moon curved blade, and the front half clattered to the ground.

At the same time, Tyrone May quickly retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing himself, and the cement ground under his feet cracked like a spider web.

Just as he steadied his stance, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, his breathing becoming incredibly irregular.

"A Grand Elder Battle God?" Tyrone May wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"If you weren't injured, maybe you could've taken him down in an instant, but right now, you're no match!" Billy spoke calmly. While speaking, he sat down on the nearby stone bench and then pointed at Judge, saying, "He's Judge! Should I need to introduce his identity again?"

"Although during your tenure, SHADOW did not have the Cold Moon Curved Blade configuration, but you should have heard about it in the past two years! He is now the Provincial Governor of SHADOW East District, and he holds the same position you did back then!" added Billy.

"Sorry, you have the wrong person. I don't understand what you're saying." Tyrone May responded in a deep voice after a hint of suspicion flashed through his eyes again.

"His skills are quite impressive. I'm not his match. Life or death, it's up to you." While speaking, Tyrone threw the half of the butcher knife in his hand on the ground, and his face and eyes returned to calmness.

"I know what happened back then had a big impact on you," Billy said as he pulled out a cigarette and tossed it over. "You must have some difficult circumstances to explain. I came here today to hear what happened back then, something that even the famous Ebony Lord didn't have the guts to speak about."

"Sorry, I don't know who Ebony Lord is that you're talking about. All I know is, I'm not the person you're looking for." Tyrone May caught the cigarette and lit it up.

"If there's nothing else, please leave. I need to clean up this yard." He added.

"You're just a coward!" Judge shouted. "You don't deserve that name, 'Ebony Lord', when you can't even speak up about the truth. The former master of SHADOW and four others are probably still unavenged till now. Not only has no one avenged them, but nobody knows the truth behind their deaths either. How do you live with yourself?"

"I'm sorry, but please leave," Tyrone May stood up after taking a deep drag from his cigarette with an expression of pain on his face.

"You..." Judge was so furious that he couldn't even use provocation tactics anymore.

"Do you know who my boss is?" Casey interrupted Judge's words and pointed at Billy.

"Just because you can't solve this problem doesn't mean king of the West can't either! Army of Bloodshadow numbering in hundreds of thousands will be enough to conquer any terrible, wrong ground in this world!"

"If you truly want revenge for those five people, this is your only chance!"

"I've already told you, I'm not the person you're looking for. Please leave." A complex expression flashed across Tyrone May's face as he said.