Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1734

“Hubby!” Penny leaped up in pure exhilaration and ran into Nathan's embrace. It took a while for her to fully process that her husband was indeed present.

“Nathan! I can't believe you're here!” Kylie beamed at the side. Meanwhile, Colin stood behind the reunited family.

While the ladies were on cloud nine, the originally smug faces of the gang grew grim.

Willow could barely articulate a full sentence in his stupor. “A-Aren't you supposed to... to be... in th-the North?”

Removing himself reluctantly from Penny's embrace, he turned to address the man. “You sound very knowledgeable about my schedule.

Tell me, who do you work for?”

Although Nathan's tone was flat and deceptively calm, it was capable of sending chills down Willow's spine and triggering the latter's flight response. “If I tell you who the mastermind is, will you let me go?”

“The best I can do is to offer a proper burial.” That was Nathan's laconic reply.

Willow's heart dropped as his final escape route was gone. Since there was no fleeing from the situation, he could only fight. He scowled and readied his fists. “Then I guess the only way to settle this is to fight it out! Fellas, get ready!”

The whole gang steeled their resolve knowing that they were up against the God of War.

While Nathan was formidable, the hoard of men had years of combative experience under their belts; fear was not in their dictionary.

Moreover, they were skeptical about Nathan's title. After all, being the “God of War” did not necessarily entail being excellent at fighting. It could simply mean that the man had great leadership capabilities.

In all, it was not yet a lost cause for the thugs. Even if the battle might be tough, they knew that fighting back was their only chance of survival.

However, aside from Nathan, there was someone else they had forgotten about. Nathan scoffed at the unfounded confidence of the gang, turned around, and addressed Colin. “Clear this mess up for me. Try to keep as many alive as possible for questioning later on. But otherwise, feel free to send them to hell.”

“Sure,” Colin replied with a smirk.

Cracking his knuckles, he walked towards the

gang.

“Fellas, bring him down!” roared Willow in return. “Go!”

Willow's subordinates advanced toward Colin at once. Bloodlust was clear from their aggression.

Contrary to the animated roars, Colin simply scoffed. “A bunch of fools.”

He lifted his fist and directed a harsh blow at the first man he encountered.

An agonized scream echoed through the cabin as the thug's right elbow dislocated.

Instead of giving in, Willow was ready to duel to his death. “You b*stard! I'm going to make your guts spill!”

He then aimed a kick at Nathan's stomach.

But in terms of speed, no one could rival the God of War. Nathan accurately predicted the incoming strike and retaliated with an even faster kick at the man's right shin.

“A-Ah!” Willow cried as he felt a twinge in the affected area. He dropped to the floor, clutching his leg laboriously as cold sweat beaded his forehead.

But Nathan was not done.

With a rapid twist, Nathan shattered another set of bones. This time, it was Willow's right elbow.

The menacing gang leader was soon reduced to a whimpering mess, joining his fellow subordinates in grimacing on the cabin floor.

“I could have given you a painless death, but you refused. Now, you'll learn the real definition of regret. Colin, bring this man to the washroom and interrogate him. You know what to do.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Colin grabbed Willow's limp body and disappeared into the airplane washroom.