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 betw

At the entrance of the kindergarten, a green Jeep pulled up and a young man who was 1.85 meters tall got out. He was dressed in a casual outfit, but his muscular build was still noticeable. This man was Robert White. As soon as he received Andrew Wilson's call, he rushed over from the southern part of the city to the downtown area in less than half an hour. After parking the car, he ran towards the school's clinic. At the entrance of the clinic, Andrew Wilson finished applying alcohol to Ryan's wound and walked out. At the end of the corridor, Andrew Wilson slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket. With a "click'", he lit the cigarette and took a slow puff. "See you, Your Majesty." Robert White knelt on one knee at the staircase. Andrew Wilson gestured towards the room, tapped the ash of his cigarette, and pointed to the other end of the corridor, indicating that they should talk there. "May I ask who the person inside is, Your Lordship?" Robert White asked

"What am I going to do? I hope I didn't blind myself by hitting my eye just now," Nathan, the supervisor, said with a hint of despair as he watched Andrew Wilson approach him. "Don't forget that we live in a society governed by the rule of law. If you kill me, you will also be sentenced," he continued. "In a society governed by the rule of law? You still know that it's a society governed by the rule of law," Andrew Wilson rebuked. "You've done so many unethical things in school, drugging and seducing female teachers, leaving your post without permission, and losing your moral compass. You don't deserve to live." "Even if I were to be sentenced to death, it wouldn't be up to you to decide. It would have to go through the judicial department, and you can't take the law into your own hands," Nathan hurriedly explained. Upon hearing this, Andrew Wilson's lips curled into a smile as he said, "Do you recognize this?" He took out a token from his waist, on which was carved a

The next day, a piece of news shook the entire city of Los Angeles. "Next up is a news report." "Last night, there was a brawl at the Apex Entertainment Club, resulting in the deaths of four people." "Among them, the eldest son of Williams Thompson, the director of the city's education office, also died in the fight." This news spread throughout the city of Los Angeles in just twenty minutes. In the education office of Los Angeles city, an old man sat behind his desk. After hearing the news report, he slammed his hand on the table and picked up the phone to make a call. "Hello, is this Director Brown?" "Yes, what is it?" Director Brown replied impatiently. He had stayed up all night dealing with the annoying reporters from the Apex Entertainment Club incident and now he was receiving yet another phone call. "You really have a lot of important people to forget about, Director Brown," said Williams Thompson, the director of the education office, in a low voice.

Outside the university town, Andrew Wilson was sound asleep in a hotel room when a phone call came in. "Who is it?" Andrew Wilson complained without curiosity. "It's me, Dad, Ryan Wilson." Andrew immediately woke up and sat up. "Ryan, what's wrong? Didn't you go to school today?" "No, Dad. Can you come here? I'm so scared. Grandpa just came and bullied Mom. He wanted Mom to get married, but Mom refused. Grandpa scolded her and there were four fierce uncles standing at the door, not letting us out. I want to go out and play with Mom." "I know. l'll be right there." After hanging up the phone, Andrew Wilson wondered if he had really misunderstood Camila. Maybe what scorpion said was right. Sometimes what he saw and heard with his own eyes and ears might not be true. He thought back to last night and realized that he had only complained about Camila and hadn't given her a chance to explain before leaving. Andrew Wilson picked up the phone and called Robert White. "M