The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 Should We Execute Him?

"Madam, how did you know?" Shane Cross was slightly taken aback.

"They dug their own grave!" Night Orchid exchanged a glance with Billy.

Just an hour ago, they were discussing Oriana's matters, and now, an Oriana martial artist had come to cause trouble. They seemed to be in a hurry to meet their doom.

"So, what's the plan? Weren't you acting tough just now? Why hesitate now?" At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice came from the crowd, speaking in somewhat broken Glavalish.

"Who are you people?" A young man's voice followed, accompanied by the sound of a woman crying.

"What, scared now? Not calling for help anymore?" The middle-aged man continued.

"We warned you earlier, just let your woman accompany our young master for a few drinks, and everything would've been fine! But you refused. Are all you Glavaleans as lowly as you?"

After saying this, his tone turned serious. "I'll give you one last chance. Let your woman go with us quietly, or I'll break your other arm!"

"No, please..." the woman cried out.

"You despicable wretch, it's your good fortune that our young master has taken an interest in you!" The middle-aged man shouted in anger. "If you utter another word, do you believe our young master will deal with you right here?"

"You guys are scoundrels! This is Glavale, not Oriana. You can't act recklessly here!" At this moment, a man's voice from the onlookers spoke up.

"That's right, go back to Oriana. Glavale doesn't welcome you!" Another woman chimed in.

"Get back to Oriana!" Many people shouted simultaneously.

"Oh!" The middle-aged man scanned the crowd. "Are you people tired of living? Do you know who we are? We are honored guests of Glavale. If any of you dare utter another word, I'll personally deal with you!"

"Pooh on you!" a man in a business suit in the crowd thundered, "Wanna be our honored guest in Glavale? You're not qualified. If you have the guts, try taking down all of us here. I don't believe you..."

"Jin, since he's so eager to die, grant his wish!" The young master interrupted the man.

"Yes, Young Master!" the middle-aged man who was called Jin nodded and then raised his hand, gesturing, "Take action, cripple his limbs first, and see if he dares to speak again!"

"Yes, sir!" Another martial artist in their group responded and raised his hand to strike at the man.

Boom!

The next moment, a muffled sound echoed. Just when everyone thought the man in the suit was about to suffer, they realized that the Glavalean martial artist had been sent flying. He flew for thirty meters before crashing heavily to the ground, spewing a mouthful of blood. Though he still had a breath left, it wouldn't last long.

Silence fell over the scene, and all heads turned to Brigham Bush.

"It's unbelievable how shameless you are. You scum, think you can be honored guests in Glavale?" Brigham Bush then turned to the middle-aged man with a cold tone.

Once the onlookers understood what had happened, they began applauding, their faces showing relief.

"You scoundrel!" The middle-aged man angrily exclaimed. "How dare you harm our people? I'll make sure you're finished!"

With these words, he grabbed a large knife from another member and swung it at Brigham Bush, exuding a strong murderous intent. Jin was a Battle God at the perfection realm, and there was no holding back in his attack. It was clear he intended to take Brigham Bush's life.

As he attacked, a powerful aura surged from his body, causing the onlookers to shudder involuntarily.