The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 The Arrival of Coman Watkins

"Hmm?" Osmond paused, feeling a sense of unease rising within him once again.

"Do they know that I'm waiting for my eldest son to return?" Osmond thought to himself.

"Young man, don't be arrogant. Even if you're strong, we have so many people here. I don't believe we can't beat you!" Adam shouted in a low voice.

"Is that so?" Casey replied coldly.

Before anyone could react, Casey raised his hand and unleashed an even more violent gust of wind towards the crowd on the right side, sweeping them up like a tornado. In the next moment, dozens of people were lifted into the air and fell to the ground either dead or injured.

Everyone's faces were filled with fear as they involuntarily retreated backwards. Facing such a powerful opponent, relying solely on numbers was meaningless since one slap from him could kill or injure many at once.

"Now what?" Billy spoke calmly again.

"Stop! How dare you come here and act recklessly? Who the hell you are?" Just then, a young man's voice came from outside the house.

"Coman?" Osmond's eyes lit up amidst despair.

The rest of the Watkins family looked relieved, as if they had just caught a lifeline.

"You came just in time!" Billy smirked and exchanged a glance with Casey before turning his attention to the group approaching them.

Two hundred people marched towards them, split into two groups. The leaders were a young man and a middle-aged man. The young man bore a striking resemblance to Albion and was none other than Coman Watkins, the heir to the Watkins family fortune. He had short hair, bulging muscles, an intense aura about him and wore an expression of arrogance on his face that put Albion's playboy demeanor to shame.

The one hundred men behind him exuded an air of superiority that made it clear they were not to be trifled with. And the middle-aged man followed closely behind Coman; he was under fifty years old with chiseled features and well-built physique that spoke volumes about his military background.

"Dad, this is George Padilla." Coman led the middle-aged man to Osmond' side.

"Mr Padilla, thanks for your help!" Osmond extended his hand for a handshake.

"My pleasure. I happened to be passing through Ozin so I thought I'd drop by." Said George.

"Let's chat later, Dad." Said Coman curtly before turning towards Billy with anger in his eyes. "You killed my brother?"

"Do you know why I chose today to come knocking?" asked Billy calmly without answering Coman's question.

"Does it matter?" sneered Coman arrogantly while emitting an aura of hostility that made it clear he meant business. "You dared kill my brother, you won't leave here alive today even if you have ten lives!"

"Of course it's important! Although you weren't involved in the incident five years ago, the things you've done over the years are enough to make you want to die in atonement!" Billy said with a slight smile.

"You bastard, do you want to die? Do you know who we are?" A black-clad man behind Coman angrily spoke up.