Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1365

The ferry sailed at a moderate pace towards Bossania City. They were currently about ten kilometers away from the city.

Completely immersed in past memories of Wyatt and him, Nathan sat by the ship's bow as he downed bottle after bottle of alcohol.

After a while, he sighed, "If only you were still here, old friend!"

All of a sudden, the peace and quiet were interrupted by a horrible din.

It turned out that a Pitbull had bitten on to an old man's trousers and was now desperately trying to tear off a piece of fabric.

The old man had collapsed onto the floor with fright. Frantically trying to kick the dog away, he cried, "Who's dog is this? Get it off me..."

The other tourists kept their distance as they watched the scene unfold with horror.

A young man in a mink coat with a rather pretty girl in his arms seemed to be the owner of this dog.

However, at that moment, he was having quite a laugh with his subordinates and showed no intentions of calling his dog off.

The dog had its jaws on the left side of the old man's pants. And in his haste to get rid of the dog, the old man happened to kick the dog in its nose.

Letting loose an anguished wail, the dog immediately released its jaw and ran away with its tail between its legs.

Upon seeing his beloved dog getting kicked in the nose and bleeding as a result, the young man roared, "How dare you harm my dog, old man?"

"Do you have any idea how much this dog costs? A hundred thousand!”

"Your life isn't even as valuable as this dog's! How dare you kick it?"

"Boys, break both his legs!"

Right after he had spoken, the bodyguards behind him immediately stepped forward menacingly to beat up this old man.

The old man certainly hadn't expected this. Cowering in fear, he put his arms around his head as he prepared for the worst.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The dull whumps of fists hitting flesh accompanied by several cries of pain pierced through the air.

He had even given the Holland Family a compensation of two million on behalf of the military.

However, this was quickly donated away by Maurice even though he wasn't even that well off, to begin with. His reason for doing so was that he didn't feel good using the money that had come at the expense of his son's life.

"It's me, Mr. Holland," Nathan grinned.

Just then, the young man in the mink coat roared, "How dare you hurt my men?”

He, his girlfriend, and their two remaining bodyguards glared at Nathan furiously.

Turning around to look at him, Nathan said coldly, "I would have almost forgotten about you if you hadn't started barking."

"Not only did you set your dog on Mr. Holland, but you also ordered your men to beat him up. How should we settle this?"

"You've got balls, punk!" the young man bellowed, "But do you have any idea who I am? My name is Joe Langer! I come from the Langer Family in Bossania City."

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