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.”

stare at Nathan in disbelief. He had

that very team he dispatched had gotten severely beaten

between their legs.

he didn't expect Nathan himself to just

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

family. So at that very

strong men in the

yet, even after he yelled until his breath ran out, not one of

already took care of

all lying on the ground and taking a little nap right

What?

wider. Those men of his were all highly-trained

the pillars of

and his ten men went up against a hundred of his

sound no

Charles stared at Nathan. "What do you

answered calmly. "Ever since

giving chances to your family. Sadly, you

your own graves. Again and again, you come and test my limits and even try to

family."

you've gone over the line. This is the

something. He put on his bravest face and yelled, "You

Ha! Do you not know

South, Dip Turner himself!" yelled

of our families belong to Mr. Turner, and we take orders from him. If you

Mr. Turner, and mark my words, the streets of Channing will be stained

blood."

South naturally does not mean

age, there weren't such things

in the South.

about twenty years, and because of

though he has been retired for many years,