Salute To The General

Chapter 892 This Is Not Over Between Us

The rest of Harold's men shouted to each other, "Damn, get serious!"

"Be careful, boys! These guys are tough!"

"Don't hold back! Teach these b*stards a lesson they'll never forget! Our honor as the West Army demands it!"

Infinitely more cautious now that eight of their own were out for the count, the soldiers threw themselves at the Elite Eight again. Unfortunately, despite the fact they went all out, they were still not the Elite Eight's equals. One by one, they dropped like flies.

This outcome had Harold's eyes growing wide in surprise as he growled furiously, "You b*stards actually dared to hurt my men? ll kill you!"

With that said, he reached for the gun at his belt. In the blink of an eye, Colin appeared in front of Harold. Grabbing his opponent's hand, Colin narrowed his eyes as he sneered, "Reaching for your gun is cheating!"

Harold took in the muscular build of Colin and the fighting style the Elite Eight were using. He realized it was the sort of combat style taught in the army. In fact, they were almost textbook perfect in their execution of the fighting moves. Only then did he guess Nathan's bodyguards were all ex-military.

The realization had him bolstering his gun before he pried Colin's fingers off his hand. "And where the hell did you posers come from? You wanna fight using military combat skills? Fine, I'll show you what a real military man can do!"

Dashing toward Colin, he swung his fist out in a punch.

"Bring it on!" Colin taunted before he darted forward to meet the colonel, letting his own fist fly.

Thud!

The two fists collided.

stagger back several steps before

flinch;

his knuckles were starting to swell. Opposite

toward Harold like a tiger pouncing on

hell did Cross even find these fearsome

other leaders watching, he would be shaming not just himself but General Ziegler as well if he

with no choice, he steeled himself and let out

a blur as they attacked each other in a flurry of kicks and punches. Despite Harold's considerable prowess,

quick jabs, Colin had broken past Harold's defense and pressed forward to

stumbled back a few steps. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips,

on.

what had happened. All thirty of Harold's men were beaten by the Elite Eight while the colonel

and his group were the General's National Guards,

know, they were floored. Upon hearing that one word from Colin's lips, Harold knew he was defeated. Enraged, he

to aim his

was more than confident in his