The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 469 Robson

"Aunt Opal!" Nigel smiled and walked over.

"Nigel, is that really you?" The woman looked surprised. "It's been almost three years since you last visited, and you've grown so tall!" "Yeah," Nigel smiled and then turned to Billy. "Mr Gardner, this is my aunt."

On the way there, Billy had instructed him not to call him "Commander" once they arrived in the village, so he changed his address. "Hello, Aunt Opal." Billy greeted the middle-aged woman with a smile.

"Mr Gardner, nice to meet you." The middle-aged woman seemed a bit uncomfortable in front of strangers. Afterward, she seemed to remember something and turned to Nigel. "Nigel, go to Wendy's house and check on her."

"Huh?" Nigel was momentarily stunned. "What happened?"

"Wendy came back from the capital a few days ago, and we could tell right away that she had been mistreated outside. Sure enough, this afternoon, a young nobleman came to the village with a group of people, demanding that Wendy go back to the city with him. Wendy refused, and he threatened to harm her family. Right now, Robson is negotiating with them, but I'm afraid he might not be able to handle their men."

"Damn it!" Nigel frowned and then turned to Billy. "Mr Gardner..."

"Let's go take a look!" Billy interrupted him.

"Right this way, Commander!" Nigel nodded and led Billy towards the village.

Before long, the group arrived at the entrance of a small courtyard in the center of the village, where they could hear a commotion from inside. Nigel pushed the door open, and as the three of them entered, they saw two groups of people facing off against each other. On one side was a well-dressed young man, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with an air that screamed "spoiled rich kid." Behind him stood more than ten people, with an older man closely following him. The older man had decent cultivation, at the level of a Battle God, while the others were martial artists at the Battle Master level.

Facing the young man was a woman in her mid-twenties, with a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face that radiated youthful vitality. However, at this moment, her pretty face was twisted with anger as she shot an icy glare at the rich young man. Standing beside the woman was an older man whose actual age was hard to determine. He had a full head of white hair, wore a tattered gray Daoist robe, and held a string of prayer beads in his hand. Next to the old man was a small cart with a flag planted on it, bearing a prominent 'Fortune' character. Behind the two of them were a group of villagers, each with a slightly irritated expression.

"Commander, that's Robson." Nigel whispered to Billy, pointing towards the white-haired old man.

"Hmm," Billy nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the old man.

While Billy was assessing the situation, the old man's eyes seemed casual but held a purposeful glance towards the entrance of the courtyard. However, it was just a fleeting moment, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Commander, if you don't mind waiting for a moment, I'll go deal with that playboy first," Nigel continued.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Wait!" Billy waved his hand.

"Commander, they..." Nigel looked at Billy.

"Don't worry." Billy interrupted him.

"Wendy, have you made up your mind?" At that moment, the young nobleman addressed the young woman. "My patience is running out. You'd better not provoke me, or you'll experience my methods." He threatened.

"Thomas Finley, you might as well give up. Even if I die, I'll never be your woman!" Wendy replied angrily.

"You really don't know what's good for you!" A strong-looking man behind Thomas Finley stepped forward and pointed at Wendy.

"Being favored by Master Thomas is a blessing you've accumulated over your whole lifetime! Master Thomas's family has assets exceeding billions. As long as you serve him well, money won't be in short supply for you. What more could you ask for..."

"Shut up!" Wendy retorted coldly. "If you're so fond of money, why don't you introduce your own sister to him?"

"Damn you, you disrespectful woman! You don't appreciate my goodwill!" The man shouted angrily. With those words, he charged straight at Wendy. When he got close, he raised his hand to slap her across the face.

"Young man, why the rush? A gentleman talks it out, doesn't resort to violence. Let's have a civil conversation." Robson reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

"Huh?!" The man's pupils contracted slightly. He felt like his wrist was clamped in a giant iron vice, immovable, and a sharp pain shot through it.

"You old fart, let go of me!" The man took a deep breath and yelled.

"This young master, if she doesn't want to be your friend, why force the issue?" After releasing the man, Robson turned to Thomas and said, "Take your people and go. Don't bother Miss Sarratt again." "Old man, you're too meddlesome, you're so fond of meddling in others' affairs. I'll soon show you what it means to be a mouse in front of a dog!" Thomas Finley said, addressing Robson. And he signaled while saying, "Go, cripple this old fart."

"Understood!"

Except for the elder on Thomas's side, the others all charged at Robson.

"Watch out, Grandpa Robson!" Wendy shouted.

"I've tried talking nicely to you folks, but why won't you listen?" Robson sighed and took a few steps forward, raising his hand to meet the challenge.

Both sides immediately engaged in a fight. While Robson's skills appeared to be several notches above his opponents, it was not an effortless struggle for him, and he took quite a few hits. Fortunately, he seemed unharmed by their punches.

Five minutes later, all the dandy's side were lying on the ground, writhing in pain after being defeated by Robson.

"You're all a bunch of trash!" The spoiled young man furrowed his brow and then turned his gaze towards Robson. "I didn't expect you, this charlatan, to have any skills. But if you think you can protect that little bitch with your feeble tricks, you're too naive!"

As he finished speaking, he turned to the elder behind him. "Elder Thorne, take care of him. Break both his arms and see if he dares to meddle again!"

"Understood!" Elder Thorne nodded and stepped out from behind Thomas.

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In the next moment, he walked a few steps towards Robson and casually raised his hand for a sweeping palm strike. He had already assessed Robson's abilities and saw that he was only at the initial level of a Battle General, a whole realm below him. Naturally, he didn't regard him as a threat.

Bang!

Robson was sent flying by the strike, somersaulting through the air before landing on the ground with a slightly disheveled appearance.

"Grandpa Robson!!!" Wendy exclaimed in shock and hurried over.

Other villagers also wore worried expressions as they gathered around.

"I'm alright, no need to worry." Robson said with a smile as he got back on his feet, brushing off the dust from his Daoist robe.

"You're quite resilient! You're actually unharmed?" Elder Thorne sneered. "Since that's the case, let's see how long you can hold out!" After saying this, he unleashed his full Battle God-level power, and with a surge of his energy, he struck out with a

palm, creating a gust of wind.

Judging by his posture, he seemed ready to disable Robson with a single strike!