Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1852

The lead car, a Land Rover, was now speeding right toward Nathan and his family as though wanting to run them over.

Penny and those around her were frozen on the ground. Their eyes widened in intense fear.

Ava's eyes darkened, her right hand was already rested on the military dagger she carried around her waist. She was ready to hurl it at the driver of the Land Rover any time now.

Everyone was frantic except Nathan, who was as composed as usual.

The incoming Land Rover screeched to a halt just a few meters away from Nathan.

Screech

A piercing sound of the car brake could be heard from where Nathan and his family stood.

Despite the car had already stopped, everyone was covered in cold sweat.

The rest of the cars stopped as the Land Rover did.

A man in a black leather jacket stepped out of the Land Rover with a sneer on his face.

Then, dozens of men who appeared to be that man's subordinates got out of their cars respectively.

The man wearing the leather jacket walked up to Nathan and spoke in disdain, “Well, well... Who do we have here? Isn't this the magnificent, terror-evoking, once-upon-a-time general?”

Nathan furrowed his brows slightly.

The man standing before him was none other than Shane Lennox from Channing, President of Hay Pharmaceuticals.

A year ago, Shane was incarcerated for not only insulting Nathan and Penny but also for attempting to cause physical harm to Nathan. He was sent to prison for one year and had just been released of late.

The time he had spent serving in prison did little to soothe his contempt for Nathan and Penny. His desire to seek revenge had only intensified as time went by.

Thus, Shane was more than thrilled when the news of Nathan's dismissal from the military travelled to him.

If Nathan was to remain the General of the North, it would be next to impossible for Shane to get even with him.

Now that Nathan no longer held a military position, Shane figured there was no better time than now to avenge his dignity.

A reliable source told Shane that Nathan was due back in Channing today.

That was when he decided to gather his group of underlings for this occasion.

Nathan let out a slight smile and said, “Well, what a nice surprise. But I must say, the time you've spent laboring away in prison hasn't changed you much.”

The man's casual remark on Shane's reform-through-labor prison sentence for the past year had successfully infuriated Shane and riled him up to no end.

In no time, a tall and burly Thomas in black coat emerged from the Rolls-Royce.

Following that, about two hundred other men, all dressed in black suits, stepped out of their respective cars. Everyone looked formidable.

If Shane was mildly befuddled by the sudden formation of the fleet, what happened next would render him completely speechless. Together with the men in black, Thomas strode toward Nathan, took a bow, and called out in unison, “Mr. Cross!”

Say what?Thomas Dunn, the mighty king of Channing underworld, is paying respect to Nathan? He should have known that without his military title, Nathan is now just an ordinary citizen, not to mention he has also gotten on the bad side of the powerful Mr. Davier. This guy is doomed! And yet, not only did Thomas not distance himself from Nathan, he's acting as if Nathan is still his sworn brother!

Shane was in such a shock his eyes almost popped out from their sockets.

Nathan patted Thomas' shoulder in acknowledgment while looking over at Shane.

He then spoke in amusement, “I'm sorry, you

were saying you wanted to break both my legs?”

Thomas' eyes widened in anger upon hearing of Shane's preposterous threat to Nathan.

Thomas' crowd of subordinates was no exception: they were now glaring menacingly at Shane and his lackeys. There was palpable tension in the air. The difference in the balance of power between the two sides was apparent.

Shane's face turned white as a sheet; cold beads of sweat started to trickle down from his forehead.