Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 565

When the Smiths saw Nathan's victory, all of their faces instantly brightened.

Before they could rejoice, Damon's embarrassment had turned into rage.

Damon looked at Nathan with bitter resentment, sarcastically applauding as he snarled, "It's no wonder you don't take the Griffins seriously. It's because you're so skilled."

Then, he stopped clapping. "But so what, if you're a skilled fighter?"

"You're alone, but I have a whole army at my disposal. Don't tell me that you can defeat a whole eight hundred men on your own!"

When the Smiths heard what Damon said, their features contorted with fear and terror as they realized what he was insinuating.

"Damon Griffin, don't use your large numbers to intimidate us! If you have what it takes, why don't you have a go at Nathan then!” Sean blurted out.

Damon sneered and said, "Hah! I have so many Griffin fighters backing me, but you only have one Nathan Cross to rely on. You don't have any reinforcements, and you expect me to fight him alone when I have such a great advantage? Do you take me for an idiot?"

After Damon said his piece, his eyes fell upon Nathan and a cynical smile played on his lips. "Haha! Boy, there's always a limit to one's abilities, so remember not to provoke me in your next life."

With that, he straightened and commanded, "All Griffins fighters, attack at once! Chop him up into pieces!”

As soon as Damon's words settled, the eight hundred elite fighters behind him drew out their weapons which mostly were machetes.

In an instant, their blades shone under the sun and the scent of death filled the air.

The Smiths became as white as paper and trembled all over.

If they weren't completely surrounded, they would have already made a run for it.

On the contrary, Nathan remained unfazed. He looked at Damon, Denise, and all the bloodthirsty Griffin fighters with indifference. One corner of his mouth rose slightly as he said, "Using your large numbers to bully us won't work. I gave you a chance to flee before my reinforcements arrive, but you paid it no heed.”

Damon scoffed derisively. "Your backup? Hah! You're just trying to bluff your way out! Do you think you can trick us into retreating? Both Gus Jenkins and Cooper Fink were already slaughtered by me, who else would dare to help you?"

The Smiths resembled drowning men grabbing at straws as they looked towards Nathan with desperation written on their faces.

Sean was going out of his mind and anxiously asked, "Nathan, you promised that you'd keep all of us safe. You kept saying that help is on the way. So, where is the help?"

Samuel, Paul, and the others glared angrily at Nathan as they bombarded him the same question.

Nathan faintly heard the roar of approaching vehicles just a little ways off.

When Damon saw only Thomas and two hundred men, he laughed coldly.

"I thought that you had impressive numbers, Nathan, but that's it? Do you think these pathetic numbers can protect you?"

Nathan maintained the small smile on his face. "I didn't say that all of them have arrived!"

As if on cue, another fleet of vehicles belonging to the special police forces came into view.

"Go! Go! Go!”

Men wearing black uniforms with the SWAT emblem jumped down from the special force's vehicles one after another, all armed with submachine guns, wearing tactical military sunglasses as well as black masks.

Soon, two thousand warriors sealed off the area.

Russell Crow, the mayor of Channing, and Jerry Mcgrady, the commander-in-chief of the SWAT team, had arrived.

Both of them led a few of their subordinates and hurried towards Nathan, showing him utmost respect as they spoke to him. "Mr. Cross, we heard that someone was causing you trouble, so we immediately mobilized the SWAT team.”