Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1423

Several seconds later, Mitchell snapped back to his senses. He gave Nathan an appraising look as if he were seeing the other man for the first time.

"Damn punk, no wonder you managed to injure Fip. Turns out you have some skills! So you defeated one of my Four Guardians. Can you beat the other three as well? Can you win against the one hundred men after them?"

Here, he ordered the other Guardians, "The three of you get him together. Cripple him!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Guardians exchanged glances before lunging toward Nathan simultaneously.

Snorting, Nathan walked forward to meet them.

"Die!" Ox roared as he swung his right fist at Nathan.

Lifting his left hand, Nathan easily grabbed the huge fist and stopped him in its track.

What?

Ox's eyes widened in disbelief.

Tightening his grip on Ox's fist so he could not escape, Nathan's right fist bashed into the massive man's face.

Bam!

Like a sledgehammer, that punch broke all the bones in Ox's face, and blood sprayed out.

Ox crashed to the floor like a felled tree.

In the meantime, Roc had made his way closer to Nathan.

Lowering his head, he charged toward Nathan like a bull.

Nathan did not avoid his attack. Instead, he took a step to the side and lowered his shoulder. When Roc neared him, he rammed his shoulder into the other man's chest.

Thump!

Done with the Four Guardians, Nathan directed his icy gaze to Mitchell and his friends.

Terrified, they took several steps backward.

Mitchell blustered, "Don't come any closer! I still have a hundred men that can fight you! They'll turn you into mincemeat!"

He had barely finished speaking when a furious voice rang out from outside, "Who dares to be so disrespectful to Mr. Cross here in Channing? You dare disregard my existence?"

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the courtyard to see Thomas Dunn charging over with scores of men behind him.

When Thomas had received news about how some men had gone to the Smith family home to rough up Nathan, he had immediately gathered three hundred of his men and sped there as fast as he could.

Meanwhile, Mitchell had clearly not expected any backup arriving to help Nathan and was regretting not bringing more of his own men.

He injected arrogance into his voice while quailing inside in fear, "Are you Thomas Dunn, the King of the Channing Underworld? Do you know who we represent? We're from the Elite Club and hail from Mayberry. If you offend us, that would be making enemies out of all the prominent families in Mayberry! Think carefully before you do anything."

Rating the Translation Will Gain Two Pearls.