The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 The Expensive Car

"If you extend your hand even an inch further, you'll regret it!"

Billy's voice rang out, followed by his appearance alongside Stout within the group's line of sight.

"Huh?" The guy with a crew cut furrowed his brow, turning to look.

"Billy?" Harleen was surprised to see Billy, then her face lit up, and she hurriedly walked towards him.

"Sorry I'm a bit late!" Billy gently smiled, wrapping his arms around his beloved's slender waist. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm." Harleen nestled in Billy's embrace, her face filled with happiness. Now that her husband was here, even if the sky fell, she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

As for why Billy had appeared, with her intelligence, she didn't need to ask; she knew Ava Jones must have called him. Yesterday, after leaving the other company, Ava had insisted on calling Billy, but she had refused because Billy was dealing with important matters in the camp.

"Stout, you've done well." Harleen said with a smile, turning to Stout.

"Ms Knight, you're too kind. I just happened to be touring with Billy in Shenford." Stout grinned.

"Mr Gardner!" Ava Jones approached Billy and greeted him before acknowledging Stout.

"Hello, Ava." Billy replied with a smile.

"Are you done talking?" At this moment, Mick Watts spoke.

Seeing the happiness on Harleen Knight's face as she leaned against Billy, he gnashed his teeth in frustration, feeling like someone had taken away his favorite possession.

"Ava, who hit your face?" Billy ignored him and turned to Ava Jones.

"It was him!" Ava Jones pointed her finger at the guy with the crew cut and said loudly.

"Alright." Billy glanced at the guy with the crew cut before turning to Mick Watts and calmly said, "Here's your chance, kneel down, apologize to my wife and Ava, and then give yourselves ten slaps on the face. I'll let you leave. How does that sound?"

"Hahaha..." Mick Watts burst into laughter again, tears almost welling up in his eyes.

He hadn't heard such words in over a decade.

"Have you lost your mind? Do you know who we are?" The guy with the crew cut pointed at Billy and shouted, "You said not to reach out for this hand, right? Come on, try me!"

"As you wish," Stout interjected. With those words, he swiftly moved, grabbed the guy with the crew cut's wrist, and casually twisted it.

A crisp sound echoed, and the guy with the crew cut's entire right arm suddenly looked like a twisted braid of hair.

"Ah!" A miserable cry erupted as the guy with the crew cut immediately dropped to his knees, sweating profusely.

"You're looking for trouble!" The other three men in black roared and charged at Stout.

They rushed in quickly but retreated even faster. In the blink of an eye, all three of them were sent flying. They crashed into the Lamborghini, shattering the windshield and denting the hood.

"Holy, you've damaged a nice car. How unfortunate." Stout said, looking apologetic as he turned to Mick Watts. "Sir, do you know whose car this is? I'll have to make them pay for it!"

"You're asking for trouble!" Mick Watts seethed, turning to the old man. "Dixon, make your move. Disable his hands and feet!"