Salute To The General



A man went up to Ava when he caught her sensual movements as she danced.

He attempted to wrap an arm around her waist.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

However, Ava was the King of Warriors. With her quick response, she not only didn't let the man touch her, but she also grabbed his hand and hurled him onto the floor.

That throw had triggered aggression in the bar.

Dozens of men surrounded her almost immediately. All of them looked like hardcore criminals. They threatened to cripple Ava for hitting one of them.

Nathan, Penny, Colin, and Kylie swiftly raced to the dance floor when they saw the sight.

Meanwhile, a huge man with dreadlocks approached the dance floor, cutting through the crowd. With a glance at the confidence exuded from his stride, one could see he was the leader of the group.

Even though the muscular man with the dreadlocks was a foreigner, he could speak fluent English. He pointed at Ava and barked, "Hey, bi**h! You dare to hurt my brother? Have you heard of Brotherhood? That's us. You know, we might just drag you to the back alley and rape you after your little stunt there?"

Ice frosted over Ava's eyes at his threat. She was about to teach them a lesson when the bar manager hurried over with a few bodyguards trailing behind him. He tried to de-escalate the situation. "Come on, Treyvon, I know you're the leader of Brotherhood, but can you bring the fight outside?" Treyvon's eyes turned cold at the demand. He lifted his hand and slapped the bar manager's face harshly.

Slap!

The bar manager was hurled backward from the impact.

Despite having struck the manager, Treyvon's rage continued to simmer. "Who do you think you are to give me orders?"

He shifted his hostile glare at the rest of the security team and warned, "Stand further away if you don't want to get caught in the fight. Blood might splatter onto your faces if you're too close."

The security members and patrons quickly shuffled their feet backward at the warning.

The local community was aware of gang activities in Channing. A particular gang made up of foreigners quickly expanded in numbers as it gained more members. The gang members would usually conduct criminal offenses toward the local community, planting seeds of hatred within the victims and their families.

The police couldn't do much against them since they were foreigners. At most, the police would give them warning resulting in increasing.

boldness from the gang med

smirk tilled Treyvon's lips once he saw the crowd shrink away in fear.

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He and most of the gang members grew up in the slums of Ariarica. They were oppressed and treated unfairly since young.

Seeing the fear in the crowd's eyes filled Treyvon with a sense of superiority.

Catching movement in his peripheral, he returned his gaze to Ava and saw a few others who had joined her.

His eyes turned cold. Discerning

Nathan was the one in charge, he threatened, "Brat, this is between us and that bi**h. Do you know the consequence if you insist on getting involved?"

He tilted his head toward the bar manager's immobile body lying in a pool of blood.

Nathan answered, "Since when did you foreigners have a say in Eurasia?"

Treyvon cast a glance at his crew members and taunted, "Look what we have here. A bold fellow that isn't afraid to die."

He plastered an insincere smile onto his face as he said, "Brat, believe me when I say my brothers and I shall beat the hell outta your men unti they're crippled, and take away your women and nothing will happen to us.

Treyvon's men grinned as they looked up and down at the women.

Ava's expression was frosty. "Mr.

Cross, let me deal with these trashes."

Nathan casually returned, "You're the birthday girl today. Leave the heavy-duty stuff to the men."

"Colin!"

Colin walked out of the group after hearing Nathan call. He understood Nathan well enough to know that it was an instruction to him to deal with the enemy.

Treyvon grinned. "You stupid, insolent fools! Let's get them, brothers!"