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.
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.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The War God's Homecoming