Salute To The General

Chapter 27 You Are Nothing

Penny was highly strung. She paused to form a proper argument.

Nathan helped her out, "You claim to be the residents, yet most of them have already signed the

contracts. Do you really live here?"

Penny was just as suspicious, "Right! Let me register your I.D.'s. I can negotiate with the Demolition

Office on your behalf. How about that?"

Dogbreath's eyes darted before he let out a sneer, "There's no way we'd let you have our personal

information. Who knows what you'll do with it?"

He then turned to Bob menacingly "Let me make myself extremely clear here. Do you see our

weapons? They are not just for looks. So, don't even think about going forward with this. Or else-"

Penny was so infuriated that she was speechless for a moment.

So, Nathan proceeded, "I suggest that you use that thug threat on someone else."

Dogbreath inspected Nathan then let out a disrespectful huff, "Who are you to tell me that? I see that

you're eager to be your boss' hero. But you know, we rule Channing's West City." He waved his hand,

''You, break his legs! Someone can use a good lesson!”

A beefy man, Osborn came to the foreground with an iron bar in his hand. He darted towards Nathan

like a lion preying its victim.

Penny warned, "Watch out!"

yelled. He kicked his leg

head was spun to the side, as a broken tooth flew out along

His chunky body collapsed.

a

was staggered to see Nathan crushed the hundred and

Osborn with ease.

it, Nathan had come to him,

Smack!

he made a whirl. His cheek swelled up, and he eventually

dirt.

took a step further and placed

was a solidly built man. However, he was unable to resist

like

shore. He

a sound. The look on his face made it

looked down indifferently, "So you rule West City, huh? I'm

nothing to me."

was terrified that his rib cage

squeezed out an order, "Guys... move it... kill

thugs finally snapped back from their state

hit our boss?

after Nathan

was child's play. After telling

to meet them.

Bang!

attack by thumping on a

as if he was hit by a train. His body

in the

Whoosh!

iron bar aimed for