I Am the WarGod Returned

Los Angeles International Airport.

The plane landed steadily on the ground, and the passengers on board walked out of the cabin one after another.

"Bang."

Andrew Wilson stepped onto this land, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He couldn't recall how long it had been since he had stood on this land.

Thinking back to his tense life abroad, Andrew Wilson felt incredibly relaxed at this moment.

Following the flow of passengers out of the station, Andrew Wilson arrived at the hall.

The hall was crowded with people, and there were many people coming and going.

Some were rushing to board their flights, while others were sitting on chairs with their eyes closed, waiting for their flights.

Seeing this scene, Andrew Wilson couldn't help but think of his life at war abroad, which was in stark contrast to his life here.

Finding an empty seat, Andrew Wilson sat down and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

"Please stop calling me. It's impossible between us. How long has it been since we broke up? Don't bother me anymore."

Andrew Wilson, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman with heavy makeup and fair skin.

"You're crazy. Don't call me again," the woman said impatiently, then hung up the phone.

Being awakened by the woman's scolding, Andrew Wilson suddenly realized that he hadn't told anyone about his return.

He remembered the day before he went to war, when he said goodbye to his girlfriend Camila.

The two embraced each other deeply, and Camila's eyes were full of tears.

For others, it was a thing of the past five years ago, but for him, everything was like yesterday.

The two of them met in college, and their relationship faced opposition from Camila's family.

She came from a well-known wealthy family, while Andrew Wilson was just a poor boy from the countryside.

After graduation, Andrew Wilson had no choice but to enlist in the army, which was the only shortcut for him.

Now, he has returned.

As he picked up his phone to dial the number he had been thinking about for so long, he hesitated.

After all, he had heard the words of the woman next to him just now and had lost confidence in himself after five years of no contact.

After much thought, he decided that if Camila was already married, he would return to the army and continue his military career.

If she was still single, he would stay and spend some time with her.

Finally, Andrew Wilson dialed the familiar yet unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" A young boy's voice came from the other end.

"May I ask if this is Camila's phone?" Andrew Wilson asked anxiously.

He remembered that when he left, Camila promised him that she would wait for him and that her contact information would not change.

He didn't believe it.

"Camila is my mom. What do you want with her?" The boy on the other end of the phone said calmly.

"My mom's at work now, and I'm at school."

Boom.

Andrew Wilson's mind exploded.

Did Camila have a child?

Were all the promises she made to him false?

He had fought against foreign enemies several times and almost lost his life, but he had persevered because of these beliefs.

Now his beliefs were shattered.

"Tell your mom that there's a man named Andrew Wilson who has come back and wants to see her." Andrew Wilson suppressed his emotions.

He knew it was too late now, but he still wanted to see Camila. After all, this had been his belief for many years.

"You're Andrew Wilson? Then you're my dad!" The little boy shouted excitedly.

"Mom has always been thinking about you and often tells me your name. She even gave me a name, Ryan Wilson,"

"Boom."

Andrew Wilson's mind exploded again.

In just a few sentences, he felt the ups and downs of life and could hardly believe that he had a child.

He remembered clearly that when he was in college, every time he tried to take things further with Camila, she always refused.

It wasn't until the night before he went to war that Camila agreed to have sex with him.

But could it be true that he got her pregnant with just that one time?

"Good...good child, I'm Andrew Wilson, your father," Andrew Wilson said tremblingly.

"Okay, daddy's back. Daddy's back now. The teacher won't dare to hit me anymore, and won't say that I'm a wild child with no one to take care of me," the child said.

Hearing this, Andrew's heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

"Daddy, I'm at school now. Can you come and see me? The teacher often lets other students bully me, and I'm in so much pain," the child continued to cry.

Andrew Wilson hadn't even had a chance to speak when he heard a slap and the sound of the boy crying from the other end of the phone.

Then the phone was hung up.

Andrew Wilson looked at his phone, which had been hung up, and was suddenly at a loss.

He knew that on the other end of the phone, his child was being beaten by someone else, and he felt so powerless.

A mighty soldier, listening to his own child being mercilessly beaten by someone else, felt so helpless.

"Ah.."

With a sudden scream that pierced through the entire waiting room, people near Andrew Wilson were startled and jumped up in shock.

Andrew Wilson held a phone and dialed another number.

A deep voice came from the other end, "What's up?"

"I want to go home and rest," Andrew Wilson said slowly.

A few seconds later, the person on the other end of the phone said, "Go ahead, a special car will be waiting for you at the door."

After hanging up the phone, Andrew Wilson walked out of the waiting room and came to the exit of the hall.

A black car was parked in front of him, and a man in a black suit got out of the passenger seat and bowed deeply to Andrew Wilson.

"Welcome, War God."

Andrew Wilson didn't say anything and walked towards the back door of the car.

The man who had been bowing immediately walked to the front of the car and opened the back door.

After Andrew Wilson got in the car, the man in the suit sat in the passenger seat.

"Go to Bright Mind's Kindergarten School as fast as possible."

"Understood."

A few minutes later, a black car stopped at the entrance of Bright Mind's Kindergarten School building.

Before the man in the suit could open the door, Andrew Wilson eagerly opened it and ran towards the school.

He muttered to himself, "Don't be afraid, my son, Daddy is back."

With a belly full of fire, Andrew Wilson arrived at the gate and asked, "Excuse me, is there a boy named Ryan Wilson? Which class is he in?"

The gatekeeper glanced at Andrew Wilson, opened the computer, and checked, "He is in the Pre-K2 class, but l just saw his teacher carrying him to the school clinic. He fainted suddenly."

"Where is the clinic ?" Andrew Wilson asked urgently.

"It's on the second floor of that building," the guard said, pointing to the nearby building.

Without waiting for the guard to finish, Andrew Wilson ran towards the clinic and arrived at the school clinic door in half a minute.

Pushing open the door, he saw a little boy lying on the bed, and the doctor was checking his blood pressure.

"Ryan Wilson,"

"Dad, you're back! You finally came. I thought you didn't want me and Mom anymore," he said, bursting into tears.

Andrew Wilson walked over and looked at the boy's body, which was covered in bruises.

"What happened? Who did this?" Andrew Wilson glared at the doctor, who was intimidated by his presence.

"I...l... I don't know. He was just brought in like this. You should ask his guardian teacher. He would know better than me," the doctor quickly replied, sweating profusely.

"Andrew Wilson, does it hurt? Tell Dad who did this to you, and Dad will go beat him up for you." Andrew Wilson hugged his son, feeling heartbroken.

Upon hearing this, Ryan Wilson cried even louder and said, "The teacher told me not to say."

Andrew Wilson gritted his teeth in anger.

Ryan fell asleep in his arms after a while. Andrew Wilson put him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and went to the academic affairs office.

When he pushed open the door, several young female teachers were chatting and laughing.

Several female teachers were startled by the sudden intrusion, thinking it was the principal coming to inspect.

One of the plump teachers stood up and said, "Who are you? Don't you know this is where the teachers work? You didn't even knock before coming in. What kind of manners do you have?"

Ignoring the teacher's words, Andrew Wilson walked directly towards them and asked, "Which one of you is the guardian teacher of Class 2 in the preschool?"

A young woman in her twenties stood up from the table and asked, "It's me. Is there something wrong?"

Andrew Wilson walked up to her and slapped her across the face without saying a word.

"Smack!"

The loud sound stunned the other teachers around them. They never expected a man to hit a woman, let alone so hard!

The poor teacher fell to the ground with the force of the slap. When she lifted her head, blood was flowing from her mouth and nose, and her makeup was smudged.

Holding her cheek, the teacher glared at Andrew Wilson and asked, "Why did you hit me?"

"Because I am Ryan Wilson's father. What other reason do I need?" Andrew Wilson cold eyes were like those of an enraged beast, making the other teachers feel scared.

They took a step back and no one dared to stop him.

"One slap is not enough to vent my anger. You deserve to die..."

"Smack!"

Another slap knocked the teacher to the ground, convulsing in pain.