Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1089

Cicero had just finished speaking when dozens of his subordinates came in carrying coffins on their shoulders.

A moment later, dozens of coffins were placed in the courtyard of the Smith's family home.

When Sean saw this, he grew furious.

All of the others had paled considerably. These coffins were obviously prepared for them under Cicero's command.

Cicero looked at their frightened expressions, and a smug smile stretched across his face.

This was exactly the reaction he was looking for.

Just when the Smiths were thrown into a panic, a calm and powerful voice rang, "Haha. I've seen many people with a death wish, but I've never seen those who came with their own coffins."

Everyone at the scene was very surprised upon hearing the remark.

They turned towards the source of the voice, and realized that it was Nathan who spoke.

They were shocked beyond words. Doom was approaching them, but Nathan still had the nerve to speak so rashly. He was adding fuel to the fire.

Even Penny became anxious. "Hubby, you..."

Nathan gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, everyone. Ever since the East awakened and regained its former glory, no one has dared to cause a stir on our territory."

"Since these b******s have come seeking death with their coffins in tow, I shall fulfil their wishes."

These b******s have come seeking death with their coffins in tow? The Smith's, as well as Gabriel and the other big figures, instinctively looked towards Cicero and his men.

Cicero was proficient in many different languages. When he heard what Nathan said, his face hardened and he glared furiously at Nathan. "Who are you?"

Gabriel quickly whispered to Cicero, "Mr. Trumbo, this guy is the one who killed William. His name is Nathan Cross."

Upon hearing this, Cicero's eyes glinted maliciously as he stared Nathan down. "So, you're Nathan Cross!"

Nathan stood and folded his hands behind his back. "That's right. I'm Nathan Cross."

"You'd better take your son's body and get out of here. This is your last chance, or be prepared to stay here forever!"

Cicero's eyes widened with fury.

Bam!

His punch was as powerful as a sledgehammer!

Nathan's single punch shattered Ross's bones, and blood splattered everywhere. He didn't even make a sound as he collapsed to the ground, dead as a doornail.

What?

Cicero's eyes went round like soccer balls, and his jaw fell wide open.

All of his men, who were relaxed just a while ago, tensed up and lost their smug looks. Instead, they were now wearing a grave expression.

Ross was one of the strongest among the Twelve King's Knights!

But he had dropped dead of a single punch from Nathan!

Even if Ross had underestimated the enemy, the way this battle ended was too horrifying to be true.

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