Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1662

Nathan was sitting on the chair and smoking-

When he saw some men charging toward him, he smirked coldly and slammed his fist on the table in front.

There were a few sweets placed on the table, which were meant for the guests.

The sweets flew into the air due to the impact of his fist.

With a wave of Nathan's hand, the sweets instantly shot toward the attackers as swiftly and forcefully as bullets.

As if they had been shot by real bullets, the attackers collapsed onto the floor in wails of agony.

What?

When Weston witnessed that scene, he was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out from their eye sockets.

Nathan is actually more powerful than Colin!

By then, Colin's fight was already nearing its end. Dozens of his opponents had fallen at his feet, utterly defeated.

Nathan smoked on a cigarette, which had no logo and looked quite cheap. Looking at Weston with an ambiguous smile, he asked, “Now, can we sit down and discuss peacefully?”

When Weston heard that, he suddenly stretched his arm to his waist and prepared to whip out his gun.

However, before he could do that, Colin had already pointed a gun at him.

Nathan said with a smile, “I'd advise you not to challenge professionals like us with your amateurish skills. Guns are definitely one of our fortes.”

Guns are their fortes?Are they athletes? Shooters perhaps? Mercenaries? Or soldiers?

At that moment, he noticed that the pistol in Colin's hands was the latest model in the military. Currently, only a handful of the most elite troops were equipped with it.

They were from the military!

Weston's expression changed slightly as his gaze swept past Nathan and Colin again. Suddenly, he thought that Nathan seemed like a mighty commanding officer, while Colin seemed like his guard.

Nathan, the General of the North and the God of War!

His face went white as a sheet as he squeaked, “Are you the General?”

Nathan took a puff of his cigarette before replying nonchalantly, “Your guess is right, but you won't be rewarded for that.”

Thump!

Weston instantly fell to his knees before desperately crawling toward him. He exclaimed fearfully, “I didn't expect you to come here personally. I didn't know that you are the General, so please accept my apologies for offending you. You can't fault an ignorant man for his mistakes, right? Please, spare my pathetic life!”

Staring at Weston, who was kneeling in front of him, he asked coldly, “You unknowingly offended me because you don't know who I am? No, Mr.

Piper. You are being too humble.”

He paused slightly before scoffing, “From my intel, you personally welcomed the Dark Lord's mercenaries and planned everything despite being well aware that their objective was to assassinate me. Weston, you went to great lengths to help the Dark Lord kill me. Yet, you're still claiming that an ignorant man shouldn't be faulted for his mistakes?”