Salute To The General

"Colin!" Nathan called out expressionlessly.

That was the tone he always had whenever he instructed Colin to teach others a lesson.

Therefore, the moment Nathan called out his name, the tall and burly Colin instantly made his move.

Oceaniac was about to teach Nathan a lesson when his sight blurred. When he blinked, he was startled by Colin's figure, which was right in front of him.

"Oaf, you must have a death wish!"

With a roar, he raised his arm to throw a punch.

Colin did not dodge it. Instead, he mimicked his opponent's action and raised his fist to parry Oceaniac's attack.

Thump'.

Their fists collided viciously.

The moment their fists touched, Oceaniac's sleeve was torn.

Crack'. Crack!

The bones of his arm fractured, and his skin tore. Soon, his arm was covered in patches of green, purple, and red. "Argh!"

Oceaniac hastily took multiple steps back before falling onto a chair.

His right arm was already the same as a cooked strand of pasta, limp and soft, and he could not lift it anymore.

Everyone in the room was flabbergasted, and it was especially so for Jemma and her underlings.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Their eyes were so wide at the sight of Oceanians mangled arm that they seemed like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Oh my god! Isn't Nathan's subordinate a little too terrifying to be true? It's just a punch, but it's that mighty.

After all, Oceaniac was a top member of the Ariarica's military intelligence department.

Yet, he could not even withstand one hit from Nathan's subordinate.

Instantly, Jemma's expression paled.

She was starting to realize that she was not going to be able to leave the room that easily.

"D*mn it. How dare they hit our leader. Charge! Kill him!"

The towering Ariaricans in black suits were infuriated when they saw that Oceaniac was hurt.

They were all from Ariarica's military intelligence department, and they were all Oceaniac's subordinates.

When they saw that their leader had been hurt, they could not hold themselves back anymore. Like raging wolves, they charged toward Colin after a

roar.

The onlookers shrieked.

However, Colin was not fearful at all. He took a step forward and waited for them to come to him.

Bang'.

After lifting his leg, Colin sent one of his opponents flying with a kick.

Then, he threw himself into the fight like a tiger against a pack of wolves.

Bam'. Bam'. Bam'.

Colin nimbly zipped through the group of people as he launched attacks at the speed of lightning. With every strike he did, one of his opponents would fall.

Soon, the bodyguards that Jemma had brought with her were all on the ground in a pool of their own blood.

Jemma and her few assistants

stayed frozen in their spots, their et

faces ashen. Terror was visible in

their eyes, and the acthey

once had was nowhere t

found.

Nathan then flatly said, "Now can you pick up the piece of trash you threw on the ground and get the h*ll out?"

Hearing that, Jemma's eyes flitted toward Penny and the agreement she threw at the latter's feet earlier.

Despite the deathly pallor of her face, she scowled.

Gritting her teeth, she said to Nathan, "You're forcing me to bow to you? Don't you know what I'm representing?"

Nathan calmly replied, "You reap

what you sow. If you have the courage to humiliate my wife, then you must prepare yourself to be humiliated by me. Moreover,

regardless of what you rever.ne

you always have to bow to me.”

At that, Jemma's eyes widened as she looked at him in disbelief.

The truth was that she had looked into Penny in the past. She knew that Penny's husband was someone named Nathan Cross, who used to be the commander-in-chief of the North Army. She always knew that he was the God of War of the North.

However, she had also heard that Nathan was no longer the same person he used to be—he did not have any power in the army anymore, and he was slacking at home.

Yet, they never thought that Nathan, who had "fallen from grace," would look down on Ariarica.

It was utter insolence.

He was a madman.

She grounded out, "Very well. I shall report you and your wife's attitude to my superior. I hope you won't regret what you've done today by then."

Nathan muttered, "Regret doesn't exist in my dictionary. Pick that up now."

Left without a choice, Jemma hunched over to pick up the contract by Penny's feet. The entire time, her face was burning hot.

Suppressing the anger in her, she ordered in a low voice to her assistants and the injured group of people, "Let's go."