The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428 Preparing to Act

"Pay up! Since you're a scion of a noble family, twenty billion should be a small matter for you," Stout said, ignoring Sheila Harvey, and turned to Mark Barber.

"And you, can you come up with two billion? If you can't, you'll have some trouble today."

Mark Barber let out a sigh and headed towards the door. "Today, consider that we've disturbed you. We'll take our leave."

"Have I allowed you to leave?" Billy spoke calmly.

"What do you want?" Mark Barber turned and shot a cold glance at Billy.

"Don't you understand Glavalish? Then don't come to Glavale!" Stout responded. "Today, without two billion, you won't be able to leave anywhere."

"If you don't want to pay, everyone will have to forfeit one arm. You have two choice.," Billy added.

"Have you heard my boss?" Stout chimed in. "Two billion for one arm is a good deal!"

"I'm a member of the royal family in Nanrania. If you dare to touch me, you'll face the consequences!" Mark Barber revealed his family background, hoping to deter them.

After saying that, he walked towards the door, with Elder Thornen and several black-clad men following closely behind. Mark Barber had his own pride, representing his country for business talks, and he truly didn't believe Stout would dare to lay a hand on him.

"Elder Ruiz, we're leaving too." Sheila glanced at Billy before standing up to follow.

"Are all Nanrania's people as foolish as you?" Stout looked at Mark Barber and asked. As he finished speaking, he swung his palm, creating a howling gust of wind.

Mark Barber had the strength of a Warlord beginner, nearly two major realms lower than Stout. Therefore, he couldn't evade this palm.

Boom!

Just as he had taken a few steps forward, a muffled sound rang out, and he was sent flying. He tumbled several somersaults in the air before finally coming to a stop, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he landed.

"Young Master!" Several attendants exclaimed loudly.

"Mr Barber!" Sheila also cried out in alarm, a flash of panic crossing her face.

As the person responsible for hosting Mark Barber in Glavale, she would bear a certain responsibility if anything were to happen to him.

"You... very well!" Mark Barber struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, his anger raging. He gritted his teeth. "I formally inform you all, no matter who you are, you're all going to die!"

"You really are a fool!" Stout shrugged his shoulders.

"You scoundrel, daring to harm the Young Master, you deserve to die!" Elder Thornen on Mark's side roared angrily, leading several black-clad individuals as they charged toward Stout.

"Elder Ruiz, let's take action together!" Sheila Harvey instructed Elder Thornen behind her.

"Of course, Miss!" Although Elder Thornen, Chen, was wary of Stout's skills, he didn't dare to disobey the young mistress's orders.

"Since they don't want to take action themselves, let me help." Billy told Stout.

"Got it!" Stout nodded and stepped forward.

Without any suspense, the sound of bones breaking soon filled the air. Two elderly men and several black-clad individuals simultaneously fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Their right arms hung limply from their shoulders, clearly disabled.

"You're a War... Grandmaster?" The two elderly men finally realized Stout's cultivation, their faces filled with shock.

"You're surprised?" Stout said casually. He didn't pay any further attention to the two and instead turned to Mark Barber and Sheila Harvey. "Is it your turn now? Will you do it yourselves, or should I help you?"

"You... you scoundrel! You'll pay for your actions today!" Sheila Harvey involuntarily took a few steps back. She knew that if she didn't pay today, she would definitely lose an arm.

On the other hand, Mark Barber's face turned iron-gray. He had seen Stout's strength earlier, and it was clear that Stout had intended to disable his arm.

"It looks like I have to take action myself." Stout muttered.