Chapter 8 Welcomeing the God of War's Return

• Inside the Sin Club.
• Everyone was eagerly waiting for the show to start.
• However—
• Just as a few of Butch's lackeys were about to grab Damon's arm, his reaction took everyone by surprise. Something unexpected happened.
• Bang, bang, bang—
• With a single punch each, Damon sent Butch's lackeys flying!
• "What the hell?"
• Everyone present was stunned.
• Wasn't he supposed to be a thrash?
• How could he fight so well?
• Butch was also taken aback. His lackeys were not without some skills.
• But Damon was able to counterattack with ease.
• Butch immediately turned to the remaining lackeys behind him. He scolded, "What are you waiting for? Grab your weapons and attack together!"
• The lackeys pulled out the blade hidden in their clothes and rushed at Damon.
• It took everyone by surprise.
• Before they could even see what Damon did, those lackeys were once again sent flying.
• The only sound in the private room was the clatter of knives hitting the floor.
• Butch showed no signs of panic. Pointing at Damon, he shouted coldly, "Kid, you think you're tough, huh? I've got plenty of men. On this street, I have over a hundred brothers!
• "Let's see if you're tougher, or if I have more men!
• "Make the call; gather everyone! If we don't take this kid down today, I'm nothing but a worthless sc*mbag!"
• Hearing this, Damon smiled.
• He wasn't in a hurry to leave anymore. He wanted to see just how many men Butch could call.
• "You're doomed for offending Butch!"
• "Don't you beg for mercy later!"
• "Look at his scrawny physique. He'll be beaten to death in no time!"
• Butch's arrogance once again excited the onlookers in the room.
• Sure, Damon could take down a few lackeys, but could he handle dozens or even hundreds?
• Impossible!
• Anya looked at Damon with disdain. She mocked, "You still have time to kneel and apologise! If Butch spares you, maybe you'll survive!
• "Otherwise, you'll be beaten to a pulp and die on the streets. I won't be there to collect your corpse!"
• Anya's words exploded in Damon's mind like a bomb.
• Three years of companionship!
• I gave her three years of care!
• And this is what I gets in return.
• Anya! Oh Anya!
• You've missed every chance to climb up the social ladder.
• Forget it!
• That's enough!
• This is the end. We belong to different worlds and we are never meant to be together.
• At that moment, however, a commotion of hurried footsteps echoed through the club's corridor.
• From far to near, approaching rapidly ...
• Bang!
• Someone rudely flung open the private room's door.
• "Butch!"
• "Butch, our men are all here!"
• A group of thugs, armed with clubs and knives, surged into the room, filling it to the brim.
• Looking around, it was crowded and all they saw was people.
• Including those still in the hallway, there were at least eighty to a hundred men!
• Immediately, the people in the room glanced at Butch with a hint of fear. That man had summoned over a hundred people with a single call. Butch was indeed a man with some influence!
• Under normal circumstances, facing so many thugs would have scared everyone in the room senseless.
• But now, they knew exactly what these people were here for!
• Their goal was clear—
• To kill Damon!
• "I'll give you one last chance!"
• Morris's eyes were filled with triumph. He lit a cigarette, took a few deep drags, then viciously threw the butt to the ground.
• He pointed at the cigarette butt, which was now trampled and filthy. Morris looked at Damon and said, "Kneel, then crawl over and eat the cigarette butt! For Anya's sake, I'll let you walk out of this room standing!"
• "Hahaha ... "
• The room erupted in laughter!
• This was a humiliation.
• Blatant humiliation.
• Evidently, they wanted to crush Damon's dignity.
• This was the scene they loved to watch.
• The trash should be trampled on!
• Damon smirked. Apparently, he didn't take the hundred-plus thugs seriously.
• He was Cruice's undefeated war god!
• Did these lowlifes think they could keep him here?
• Haha!
• Ridiculous!
• Damon's disdain enraged Morris further.
• "Get him! Every part of his body that you chop off! I'll reward you with fifteen thousand!"
• With that,
• The thugs behind Butch, like mad dogs, brandished their clubs and swarmed towards Damon!
• The people in the private room continued drinking and eating fruit, cheering and shouting their encouragement.
• "Beat him to death!"
• "Teach this worthless piece of junk a lesson!"
• "This is the price for defying Mr. Long!"
• As the thugs lunged at Damon at once, a terrifying aura erupted from him. It sent chills down everyone's spine and stopped them in their tracks.
• The thugs looked at each other in confusion. They had no idea what had happened.
• Before they could react, synchronized, heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway.
• "What's going on? Are more people coming?"
• Morris frowned and turned to Butch.
• At this moment, Butch was also bewildered. Basically, all of his men were here. Who could these people be?
• And the sound didn't quite match.
• The sound was excessively consistent and excessively loud!
• However, Damon smiled upon hearing the sound.
• He had heard the familiar footsteps and familiar presence.
• It was them!
• The noise grew closer, and everyone in the room turned to look towards the door.
• One by one, straight-backed figures with emotionless faces began to appear.
• They swiftly cleared out the thugs in the corridor and then stood neatly at the door, exuding an aura of authority and respect. All eyes turned unisonly toward Damon, who appeared carefree.
• "What are you doing here?"
• Morris stood up. His arrogance as a rich heir was still plastered on his face.
• "This is a private gathering. You have come to the wrong place!"
• In the next moment ...
• Amid everyone's confusion, dozens of Vulture Squad members simultaneously looked at Damon. With respect on their faces, the men bowed their heads slightly and let out a collective shout.
• "The entire Vulture Squad welcomes your return!"
• Their voices instantly drowned out the noise in the club.
• It made everyone's hearts race, filling the air with an unspoken power.
• Anya was stunned!
• Morris was frozen!
• Butch was dumbfounded!
• His hundred-plus thugs were terrified!
• At the same time, everyone's mind was filled with one question.