The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Butcher May

Billy, Casey and Judge looked over, only to see several men with hostile expressions knocking over a vegetable stand. A middle-aged woman stood nearby crying out, while a young girl of about twelve looked on in terror at the men.

"You old hag, we warned you last time, if you want to sell things in this market, you have to pay the stall fee. Did you ignore us?" The bald man leading the group shouted loudly.

"I paid two thousand just a few days ago! It's only been a few days since then!" The middle-aged woman continued to cry out.

"I can't even earn much money in a month. Even if I give it all to you, it won't be enough..." she said before being cut off by the sound of a slap from the bald man's hand.

"You old hag, how dare you argue with me! That two thousand was for last month's fee, today is for this month!" he said angrily.

"Stop wasting our time and give us the money now. Otherwise, get out of here right away and don't ever think about coming back again!" he threatened her.

A group of farmers gathered around.

"Man, this is just outrageous. This farmers' market ain't even theirs, so what gives them the right to come in every month and charge stall fees?" remarked one farmer.

"You're darn right. These leeches, all they do is squeeze our hard-earned cash every month, and don't get me started on how quick they are to hike up the prices." Added another.

"Following their way of doing things, there won't be much point in us coming to sell our produce anymore. Any bit of profit we make will just end up in their pockets..."

The farmers continued to voice their frustration, each one more impassioned than the last.

"Shut the hell up!" The bald man roared, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. "Do you all want to die? Whoever dares to speak again, I'll take them out!"

"You're all a bunch of robbers..." A middle-aged man retorted angrily.

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, the bald man kicked him hard and he tumbled several times before falling to the ground with blood trickling from his mouth.

"You bastards want to fight us?" A group of farmers shouted as they charged towards the bald men.

But before they could even take two steps forward, they were kicked down by the men behind the bald leader.

"Damn!" Judge frowned and stepped forward.

"Wait!" Billy spoke up in a deep voice.

Just then, footsteps sounded and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy led a middle-aged man who was not yet fifty years old towards them. The middle-aged man held a pig-killing knife in his hand. Upon seeing him, Billy and his companions narrowed their eyes slightly. This was their target for this mission - Tyrone May.

"Uncle Tyrone, it's them. These bad guys came here just a few days ago and now they're back," said the boy as he pointed at the baldy and others while speaking to Tyrone May.

"Oh! Isn't this Butcher May? You came here to stand up for them?" the baldy sneered as he glanced at Tyrone May holding onto his pig-killing knife. "You think you can scare us with that?"

"The villagers are just making a living here, why do you have to bully them so much?" Tyrone May furrowed his brows slightly and spoke.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" The bald man looked at Tyrone May coldly. "You should worry more about yourself. Haven't you already missed paying the booth rent for three months? If you don't hand it in today, starting from tomorrow, you probably won't have a butcher knife in your hand!"

"Do you want thing to go that far?" asked Tyrone May.

"What? Are you unhappy? Come on, cut me! Let's see if you have the guts!" the baldy said disdainfully. "I heard that you have some mediocre kung fu skills. Show me what you've got and let's see how good you really are!"

"Are you guys Hamster's subordinates? Take me to see him, I'll talk to him!" Tyrone May replied coldly.