Salute To The General

Chapter 721

Chapter 722 The Lane Family Of Northania

Jonathan's subordinates moved to drag Nathan away. However, just as they neared his unmoving body, Nathan's eyes flew open and startled the men. "F***, Young Master Lane! This dude isn't sedated!”

Nathan straightened his back and glowered at the group of intruders. In a glacial tone, he said, "Judging from your accents, you're not from Southania. You came from Northania, didn't you? | bet Helen sent you; that vixen!"

Jonathan gaped at Nathan, utterly stupefied. Never had he expected Nathan to be alert and vigilant, let alone accurately guess their motives.

Even so, he quickly regained his composure as a sneer replaced his alarmed expression.

He evaded Nathan's question with a menacing laugh, "I originally planned a painless death for you. Oh well, since you tried to outwit us by faking unconsciousness, you'll have to face the consequences!"

With that, Jonathan signaled his subordinates. "Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard, finish him!" The trio were brothers by blood, with Dragon being the eldest and Panther being the youngest.

They were notorious criminals from Northania who had no qualms about staining their hands with blood. They could kill without batting an eyelid and were the epitome of cold-blooded murderers.

In their mission to eliminate Nathan, Jonathan had hired them as his hitmen.

The brothers swiftly followed Jonathan's orders and unsheathed their daggers. They approached Nathan from all sides to corner him, their sharp blades glinting ominously.

However, before they could get any closer, the door busted open from the force of a

firm kick.

with unruly hair appeared at the doorway. Standing next to him was an emotionless man with short, white

were Thunderstorm

smile and scoffed, "How dare you offend Mr. Cross? You're digging your own grave!" "Why

he had said his piece, his movements so fast that he became a

could react, Waves

Thump!

landed a solid punch in

Dragon's face. His features had been severely mutilated, and his head resembled a bloody, deflated beach

anger, Panther and

wrists. He twisted both of their hands and mercilessly jabbed

expected of a skilled fighter, Waves' aim was true. The blades found their mark and sunk into the

crumpled to the floor

ghastly pale

moment, Thunderstorm materialized in front of Jonathan. "Kneel before Mr.

swiftly threw two kicks at

room, accompanied by an agonized wail

to the table so that she could sleep more comfortably. When he

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