Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1681

“Kai, what happened? Who did this to you?”

When Kremlin saw his son in a wheelchair, he growled like a ferocious lion, shaken and ferocious.

Kai wept and whimpered as he relayed what had happened, not forgetting to throw in some tearjerking elements to the mix.

He pointed at Nathan and accused the man through gritted teeth, “Dad, he's the one who wrecked my racecar and injured my leg! Dad, I want him to pay!

“I want him to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair!”

Kremlin said, “Alright, I promise you. He won't ever stand on his own two feet again, and he will

spend the rest of his days in a wheelchair.”

He then ordered his men to apprehend Nathan.

However, Justin, who was by his side, stopped him.

Kremlin stared at Justin in bewilderment and exclaimed in a displeased tone, “Justin, you saw what happened to Kai. He's badly injured. Why do you stop me?”

At the same time, Justin was staring daggers at Nathan. He looked utterly aghast, as though he was looking at a ghost in bright daylight.

He swallowed hard, then he whispered to Kremlin, “Lin, we can't afford to mess with this man. It's not worth it.”

Kremlin got mad at that statement, “In Brimmopolis, we know every single person we shouldn't mess with. Strangers, on the other hand, are not on that list.

“I don't care where this fellow comes from. He beat up my son, he'll have to pay the price. I cannot spare him...”

Justin's face paled further the more Kremlin spoke. He wanted so much to press his hand over the captain's mouth, just to make him stop talking.

This man before them was Nathan, the one and only General of the North, who just recently managed to bring down Boris, one of their Cabinet officials!

Just days ago, Justin was defeated by the same man. He did not expect to encounter Nathan again so soon.

It was an awkward situation for Justin. He lowered his voice and barked at Kremlin, “Lin, be quiet. How can someone of your status say such a thing?”

Kremlin was beyond stunned.

He might have been fuming with anger upon seeing his son in such a horrible state and had nearly lost his mind because of it, but he was no fool. After Justin repeatedly reminded him, he finally realized that something was not right.

For Justin to be wary of the man in question, Kremlin had the feeling that Nathan ought not to be underestimated.

Filled with suspicions, he asked, “Justin, who exactly is this man? And why do you fear him so? It's very unlike you.”

Justin began to recall bitter memories.

The other day, he had just been defeated by Nathan, while his mentor and greatest backer, Boris, had been overthrown by the same man.

Ever since then, he did not dare to cross paths with Nathan. Now that he encountered Nathan again, in an inevitable conflict, how could he not be afraid?

“Lin, aren't you the captain of the Brimmopolis Transportation Brigade? Don't you recognize General Cross, the General of the North, also known as the God of War?”

Justin forced a smile, sweating profusely, “Indeed!”

Nathan looked at the armed police force behind Justin, and said sternly, “What's going on here? Chief, are you telling me that you're indignant about our encounter a few days ago? Are you looking for another fight with me?”

Justin's face turned pale in an instant, and he quickly denied, “No, General. I do not intend to challenge you. The owner of this restaurant had called the police to report a fight on their premises. I brought my squad here to investigate.”

Nathan snickered, “That's quite a lot of people you brought here, just to settle a fight. Tell me, if it wasn't your nephew who was stirring up trouble here, do you maintain the same degree

of enthusiasm in your work?”

Justin found himself in an awkward position and at a loss for words. It was true that he came with the intention of beating up his nephew's adversary.

Then Nathan's gaze fell on Kremlin again. “Are you Kremlin Woods, Captain of the Transportation Brigade, as well as Kai's father?”

Kremlin had no choice but to answer nervously, “Yes, General.”

Nathan continued to speak harshly, “A moment ago, you said that you want me to break both my legs so that I'll spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Is that right?”

Kremlin could not help but tremble at those words. He quickly came up with an explanation, “General, please don't take it seriously. My son's been beaten up really badly. It wₐₛ just a bunch of nonsense I said in a spur of ₐ frantic moment.

That's all there is..."

“But I took it seriously,” Nathan said, his tone cold and indifferent.