The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 142 Butcher May

Chapter 142 Butcher May

Billy, Casey and Judge looked over, only to see several men with hostile expressions knocking over a vegetable stand. A middle-aged woman stood nearby crying out, while a young girl of about twelve looked on in terror at the men.

"You old hag, we warned you last time, if you want to sell things in this market, you have to pay the stall fee. Did you ignore us?" The bald man leading the group shouted loudly.

"I paid two thousand just a few days ago! It's only been a few days since then!" The middle-aged woman continued to cry out.

"I can't even earn much money in a month. Even if I give it all to you, it won't be enough..." she said before being cut off by the sound of a slap from the bald man's hand.

"You old hag, how dare you argue with me! That two thousand was for last month's fee, today is for this month!" he said angrily.

"Stop wasting our time and give us the money now. Otherwise, get out of here right away and don't ever think about coming back again!" he threatened her.

A group of farmers gathered around.

"Man, this is just outrageous. This farmers' market ain't even theirs, so what gives them the right to come in every month and charge stall fees?" remarked one farmer.

"You're darn right. These leeches, all they do is squeeze our hard-earned cash every month, and don't get me started on how quick they are to hike up the prices." Added another.

"Following their way of doing things, there won't be much point in us coming to sell our produce anymore. Any bit of profit we make will just end up in their pockets..."

The farmers continued to voice their frustration, each one more impassioned than the last.

"Shut the hell up!" The bald man roared, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. "Do you all want to die? Whoever dares to speak again, I'll take them out!"

"You're all a bunch of robbers..." A middle-aged man retorted angrily.

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, the bald man kicked him hard and he tumbled several times before falling to the ground with blood trickling from his mouth.

"You bastards want to fight us?" A group of farmers shouted as they charged towards the bald men.

But before they could even take two steps forward, they were kicked down by the men behind the bald leader.

"Damn!" Judge frowned and stepped forward.

"Wait!" Billy spoke up in a deep voice.

Just then, footsteps sounded and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy led a middle-aged man who was not yet fifty years old towards them. The middle-aged man held a pig-killing knife in his hand. Upon seeing him, Billy and his companions narrowed their eyes slightly. This was their target for this mission - Tyrone May.

"Uncle Tyrone, it's them. These bad guys came here just a few days ago and now they're back," said the boy as he pointed at the baldy and others while speaking to Tyrone May.

"Oh! Isn't this Butcher May? You came here to stand up for them?" the baldy sneered as he glanced at Tyrone May holding onto his pig-killing knife. "You think you can scare us with that?"

"The villagers are just making a living here, why do you have to bully them so much?" Tyrone May furrowed his brows slightly and spoke.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" The bald man looked at Tyrone May coldly. "You should worry more about yourself. Haven't you already missed paying the booth rent for three months? If you don't hand it in today, starting from tomorrow, you probably won't have a butcher knife in your hand!"

"Do you want thing to go that far?" asked Tyrone May.

"What? Are you unhappy? Come on, cut me! Let's see if you have the guts!" the baldy said disdainfully. "I heard that you have some mediocre kung fu skills. Show me what you've got and let's see how good you really are!"

"Are you guys Hamster's subordinates? Take me to see him, I'll talk to him!" Tyrone May replied coldly.

"Oh, you want to see him?" The bald man snorted coldly, "Are you qualified to meet him? Do you think anyone can just see Hamster just because they say they want to?"

After speaking, his tone became heavy and he continued to speak. "Alright, I don't have time dealing just with you, cut me if you dare! If you're too frightened, get lost! I'll come to find you when I get their booth rent."

With that said, the bald man walked up to the woman again and asked, "Will you pay or not?"

"I... I really have no money left. I gave all my money to you guys a few days ago..." The woman trembled all over.

"I've given you a chance. But now that you refused to pay, then don't sell things here from now on!" The baldy said and he kicked the woman's right knee.

If she were hit by his kick, the woman's right leg would probably be completely disabled.

"Such a disgrace.!"

At this moment, Tyrone May spoke in a deep voice, took a few quick steps forward, and then rushed forward without any tricks. The bald man didn't have time to dodge and was knocked over directly to the ground, grimacing in pain.

"Fuck! Butcher May, you really asked for it!" the bald man's companions all pulled out their daggers from their belts and charged towards Tyrone May.

"Tyrone, run quickly, don't worry about us!"

"Tyrone, run!"

"Be careful!"

"..."

"Hmph! If he can run away today, I'll be damned if I share the same surname as you guys!" The bald guy also got up from the ground at this time and shouted through gritted teeth.

"Take his hands, don't let him use the knife anymore!" as the bald guy said, he drew a dagger and rushed forward.

They rushed towards Tyrone May, not wasting a moment before thrusting their blades at him. However, Tyrone May deflected their attacks with the butcher's knife he held in his hand.

At first glance, Tyrone May's techniques seemed very clumsy, without any order or skill, which was completely a desperate way of fighting, but he was just lucky enough to block the opponent's dagger every time it was about to stab him.

However, in the eyes of Billy and his two buddies, things weren't as they seemed.

Clearly, Tyrone May didn't want others to suspect his fighting skills, purposely downplaying his abilities. Each swing of his knife was perfectly timed, neither too fast nor too slow, with just the right amount of force.

After another exchange of blows, Tyrone May used his strong physique to knock down the bald guys to the ground.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't take down a mere pig butcher like you!" gritted the bald guy through clenched teeth as he got up from the ground and lunged at Tyrone May with his knife.

Just as the blade was about to reach him, Tyrone May swiftly twisted his wrist, and the back of his butcher's knife slammed down onto the bald guy's wrist.

A crisp sound resonated as the bald guy's wrist instantly fractured, and the dagger clattered to the ground. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Had Tyrone May not used the back of his blade earlier, more than just the dagger would have fallen to the ground now.

"Ah..." Following the sound of his agonized scream, the bald guy squatted down in pain.

"Are you alright, Baldy?" The others managed to get up from the ground at this point.

"Finish him! Kill him now!" the bald man roared, his face twisted with rage.

"Got it!" The others responded in unison, clutching their daggers tightly as they charged toward Tyrone May once again.