Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1777

Nathan scorned at Ivan who was vomiting his guts out on the floor. “You've lost.”

It took a good while before Ivan managed to steady his breathing. He lifted his ghastly pale face and looked at Nathan, his eyes full of terror.

This man is terrifying.

What he did not know was Nathan had actually restrained himself for the last kick.

Otherwise, Ivan's rib cage and organs would be crushed, and the major would have died from the impact right away if he had not held back.

Nathan cast a derisive look at the major and snickered, "This is all you've got, and yet you dare to look down others?”

“You've lost. So drink the wine that you concocted and go reflect on yourself!”

Ivan's face paled as he cast a glance at the red wine filled with ashes. Begrudgingly, he said, “Lieutenant colonel, I was just joking with you.”

“Oh, so you were joking? But I took it very seriously!”

Ivan grimaced and chided, “Lieutenant colonel, we are both military men. You'd better not get out of line!”

Nathan smirked at his remarks. “If I were the one to lose, you wouldn't have said the same. You would have said that my loss was because I was no match for you, right?”

Ivan knew better than to refute the man.

He would have forced the obnoxious drink down

Nathan's throat if he had won the competition instead.

“You have to honor the bet. Drink it,” Nathan ordered coldly.

“I have a way to make you drink if you refuse to, and you wouldn't like it. So, I'd advise that you do it voluntarily.”

Ivan went crimson with embarrassment when he heard Nathan.

Not only did he rank lower than Nathan, but he also lost to the latter in the fight. I think he will really force the drink down my throat if I refuse to drink it voluntarily too. Things will surely get uglier then.

Ivan had no other choice but to begrudgingly drink the glass of wine full of ashes and cigarette butts like he was downing a glass of poison.

The men averaged around six feet, and their height differed no more than a few inches.

Not only were the men tall and formidable, but they all had a dignified aura to them. Their gaze was sharp and sophisticated. Every step they took was unbelievably precise and uniform as if each step had been measured with a ruler.

Nathan furrowed his brow at the sight.

He knew that these men were the creme de la creme from the military.

Judging from their incredibly similar heights and appearances, he deduced that these men were the Cabinet's security team, also known as the Southern Bodyguards.

Over hundreds of men in black rushed into the restaurant and fanned out into two sides, leaving out a path in the middle.

A middle-aged man looking in his forties set foot inside the restaurant in a casual manner.

Nathan was taken aback at the sight of the man. It's him!

The man was none other than the butler for the Davier family, Yanny Davier.