Salute To The General

Chapter 269 Have You Finished With Your Nonsense

At a spa center at Mt. Nova, Charles Zabinski was relaxing in a hot spring with two beautiful women at

his beck and call.

He stared grimly at the severely injured Tobin Jacobs and asked angrily, "Nathan Cross said today is

the deadline for the Zabinskis to retire from the scene? And he wants me to kneel before him and

apologize?"

Tobin was standing with his shoulders hunched over. "Yes, sir. That's what Nathan Cross said."

Charles was so mad he couldn't help but snort. "What an arrogant ass. I will never kneel before him nor

will we, the Zabinskis ever retire!”

At that very moment, a chilling voice traveled in from outside the private room. "Then today will be the

last day on earth for you and the Zabinski family."

Charles, Tobin, and the bodyguards that were standing around were all taken aback by the sudden

intrusion.

Charles growled, "Who is that?"

The door to the private spa room opened.

And in strode Nathan, with Colin Dunne, Thomas Dunn, and the Elite Eight behind him.

Charles eyes grew wide in shock. "It's you! Nathan Cross!"

Nathan gave him a small smile. “I heard you wanted to see me, so I came.”

at Nathan in disbelief. He had sent a team to

he dispatched had gotten severely beaten up then ran back

between their legs.

importantly, he didn't expect Nathan himself to

flashed across his face, before he yelled loudly, "Get him!

the elite fighters in his family. So at that very second, there were over

very skilled, very strong men

until his breath ran out, not

We already took care of

the ground and taking a little nap

What?

even wider. Those men of his were all highly-trained and very competent.

practically the pillars of the Zabinski

men went up against a hundred of his own,

any sound

Charles stared at

answered calmly. "Ever

continuously giving chances to your family.

come and test my

family."

now you've gone over the line. This is the end of the

suddenly thought of something. He put on his bravest face and yelled, "You dare kill me?

you not

the South, Dip Turner

Mr. Turner, and

off Mr. Turner, and mark my words, the streets

blood."

South naturally does

day and age, there weren't such things

formidable reputation in

years, and because of

for many years, the successors he mentored and groomed,