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.

several steps before

contrast, Colin did not even flinch; he remained rooted to

and his knuckles were starting to swell. Opposite

toward Harold like a

hell did Cross even

other leaders watching, he would be shaming not just himself but General

no choice, he steeled himself and let out

a blur as they attacked each other in a flurry of kicks and punches.

Harold's defense and pressed forward to ram his elbow into the

Blood trickled from

did not press on. Instead,

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

that Colin and his group were the General's National

from Colin's lips, Harold knew he was defeated. Enraged, he reached for

bolstered behind him. If the other man dared to aim his gun at Nathan, he would not hesitate in shooting

than confident