Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1633

Warhound was stunned.

Ghoul took advantage of that short moment to move at breakneck speed.

All Warhound saw was a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly Ghoul was standing right in front of him.

A sinister smile grew on Ghoul's pale face, a claw-like hand swiping towards Warhound's head.

Warhound hurriedly dodged the attack. His speedy reaction could already be considered superhuman, but Ghoul was still faster than him. Ghoul's sharp fingernails slashed at his face, blood trickling down from the fresh wounds.

Some of the audience gasped and others

cheered.

Cheryl looked a smidge more worried than she did before.

Hagen clapped loudly, hollering, “Nice one, Ghoul! Don't give him a chance to catch his breath, just send him on his way to hell!”

Ghoul wasn't in a rush to continue his attacks, languidly licking the blood from his nails as he smiled at Warhound. “This is it... This is the taste of a feast of death.”

He bent his knees slightly and entered into a squatting position. Like a bullet fired from a gun, he lunged at Warhound and held a fist up aiming right for his face.

Roaring loudly, Warhound stepped forward and met the fist straight on.

Bam!

Their fists crashed against each other's, and Warhound was sent flying back by the sheer impact.

Ghoul followed after him like a shadow, raining down blows without missing a beat.

Warhound was not a bad fighter by any means, but Ghoul was surely out of his league.

He did his best to block most of the hits, but Ghoul quickly broke through his defenses and exposed the front of his chest.

Ghoul, taking advantage of the newfound vulnerability, rushed towards Warhound like a lightning strike and landed three punches in a row on the same spot on his chest.

Warhound's ribs were crushed completely.

Lennon broke out in a cold sweat, nervously telling her in a small voice, “Ms. Stewart, we've only collected a total of eight billion. Even if we give them all the money we have, we'll still be short of two billion. I had already told you about this in the afternoon...”

Overhearing their conversation, Hagen snorted. “So you guys couldn't even pool together ten billion? As a member of the Stewart family, you wouldn't run away, right, Cheryl?”

“Relax. I placed the bet, so I'll accept the defeat. I'll pay you. I'll give you eight billion tonight, and pay you the rest of the two billion in two months' time,” Cheryl replied coldly.

Hagen instantly refused. “Nope. Do you think this is some sort of department store where you can pay in installments?”

After saying that, he scanned Cheryl from head to toe, grinning evilly. “If you really want another two months so you can collect the two billion, you'll need to give me something else in exchange for that time. After all, there's no such thing as a free meal; wouldn't you agree, Ms.

Stewa rt?”

Cheryl's eyebrows knitted together. “How much interest are you charging?” “Do you think I really care about that little bit of interest?” Hagen laughed heartlessly.

“Then what do you want?”

An evil grin grew on his face as he stared at her. “I want you. Come to my room and sleep with me for a night, then we can talk about when you'll pay the rest of the two billion.”