The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 247 Trapped Inside

Chapter 247 Trapped Inside

"Hugh, you arrived just in time. That fat guy dared to hit me. Help me teach him a lesson!" The young man who had previously yelled at Stout called out when he saw another man approaching.

The man glanced at the situation and then turned to Stout. "Bro, was your action a bit too heavy?"

"Do you have a problem with it?" Stout responded calmly.

"Since we're both martial artists, how about we find a place to spar?" The man's eyes flashed with a cold glint.

"I don't have time for that," Stout waved his hand dismissively. "If you want to fight, do it quickly. We're here to celebrate Mr Doman's birthday."

"You..." The man furrowed his brows.

"Hugh, it was actually Richard's fault earlier. Could you let it go for my sake?" Robbie Doman intervened. Mr Hines has come to celebrate my uncle's birthday. If you want to spar with this gentleman, can it wait until later?"

"Since you're asking, there's no problem," the man nodded and then looked at Stout again. "I'll wait for you. If you're a true man, don't be a coward."

After saying that, without waiting for Stout's response, he turned and left.

"Mr Hines, I apologize for the inconvenience caused earlier. I'm truly sorry." Robbie Doman said to Derek once the others left.

"Mr Doman, no need to worry about it," Derek replied with a smile. "Is your uncle at home?"

"My uncle is busy at the moment, please, Mr Hines, this way." Robbie gestured courteously.

"Thank you." Derek and Billy exchanged a glance and followed towards a nearby villa. Stout and Donald followed closely behind.

"Boss, that playboy from earlier is Kenny Doman's nephew, Robbie Doman." After Derek's group left, Judge turned to Billy and spoke.

"Kenny Doman lost his spouse at a young age, leaving him with only a daughter named Julia Doman."

"As I understand, both Robbie Doman and Julia Doman are disciples of a certain sect. They rarely return to Enssea."

"Oh? Is that so?" Billy raised an eyebrow.

No wonder Robbie Doman, at such a young age, had already achieved the Battle General realm. So, he was a disciple of a sect!

The Hidden World Aristocrats and Ancient Martial Sects were two forces outside of the aristocratic families that couldn't be underestimated. In terms of combat strength, they far surpassed the families. Many sects and aristocratic clans had existed for thousands of years, and despite societal changes, they stood firm, having their own reasons. Secret Essences and Ink Pavilion were both sects that had endured for over a thousand years.

"Boss, may I wander around the vicinity?" Judge asked after a moment.

"Sure," Billy nodded.

As Judge left, Billy cast another glance deep into the estate. He could sense the faint aura of a War Grandmaster somewhere within. Though the other party might be trying to conceal their presence,

they couldn't escape Billy's perception.

After brief contemplation, Billy headed to a garden in the northwest corner of the estate. The two Warlord-level auras Stout had mentioned earlier seemed to be emanating from there. Billywas curious to see who was there.

Meanwhile, Derek and his companions, led by Robbie Doman, entered the mansion's hall.

Upon entering, they saw several people seated in the hall besides a middle-aged man with a square face. The eldest among them was a man in his sixties, dressed in Daoist robes, with white hair, youthful features, and a profound gaze. His aura was enveloping him.

After scrutinizing the elder for a moment, Stout's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that the elder's strength was considerable, likely at the Half-Step Warlord level.

"Father, Mr Hines has arrived!" Robbie Doman addressed one of the middle-aged men.

"Mr Hines, your presence is a great honor. Please accept my apologies for my absence." Nick Doman, the second in command of the family, greeted as he rose.

"Mr Doman, no need for such formality," Derek glanced around the room and didn't see Kenny Doman. He then inquired, "Is Mr Kenny Doman not present?"

"He's occupied at the moment but will be here shortly." Nick smiled and added, "Please, have a seat, Mr Hines."

"Thank you." Derek nodded, and he and Stout sat on the sofa, with Donald standing behind them.

"Tea, please." Nick gestured.

A woman in a tight dress promptly poured tea for Derek and Stout.

"Mr Hines, recently, Enssea has been rather turbulent. What are your thoughts on the matter of the three families?" Nick continued the conversation.

"Well," Derek lifted the tea cup and took a sip, "I'm just a humble businessman. What do I know? But their actions do seem a bit excessive. A wise man knows how to balance his financial pursuits. If one blindly pursues wealth without restraint, it's like digging one's own grave."

"It's true, as they say, if you walk by the river too often, you'll eventually get your shoes wet."

"Indeed," Nick chuckled and continued, "So, Mr Hines, what are your thoughts on Enssea's future?"

"As I mentioned, I'm just a businessman. I lack both the capability and interest to ponder matters on such a grand scale." Derek replied, putting down his tea cup.

"You're being modest," Nick smiled slightly. "I have an immature idea. I'm wondering if you might be interested."

"Oh? Could you elaborate, Mr Doman?" Derek inquired.

"The market in Enssea is vast, and it's not possible for any single family to dominate it entirely," Nick Doman had a puff at the cigar and continued, "I'm proposing that the Doman family and you jointly invest in establishing a conglomerate worth billions. We can all profit from it. What do you think?" Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Oh?" Derek's eyes narrowed slightly. "This idea is interesting, but I'm just a small-scale businessman. I don't have such grand ambitions. I'm afraid I might disappoint you, Mr Doman."

"Heh, you're being too modest, Mr Hines. If you consider yourself a small-scale businessman, then the other families would be nothing more than small workshops." Nick Doman responded with a hint of seriousness.

"I hope you can seriously consider my proposal, Mr Hines." he continued, taking a puff of his cigar.

"Well, I apologize, but I don't need to consider this matter. I suggest you find someone else for this opportunity." Derek calmly declined.

"You're pushing it, aren't you? Giving you face is a chance, but it seems like you're thinking we're begging you to join!" A young man on the sofa retorted.

"Young man!" Donald's voice turned cold. "How dare you speak that way?"

"Old man, shut up. You have no right to speak here!" The young man glanced at Donald dismissively. "If you say one more word, I'll throw you out!"

"How arrogant!" Donald's voice grew angrier. "You..."

"Donald!" Derek interrupted, then turned to Nick Doman.

"Mr Doman, today I came specifically to celebrate your brother's birthday. Since he's busy and not available, I should take my leave."

After saying that, Derek stood up, exchanged a glance with Stout, and began to walk out.

"Humph!" The young man on the sofa snorted coldly. "Today, if you don't agree to this, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this place!"