Salute To The General

Chapter 922 You Do Not Deserve To Call Me That

Previously, Nathan had only ever worn his military uniform in the army, giving him an awe-inspiring and formidable look.

Notwithstanding, it had been years since Kyle had seen Nathan and he had initially failed to recognize the casually dressed man before him.

It was not until Nathan had called out his full name and exposed him that he discovered that Nathan was actually the General of the North.

Despair and terror fought for dominance on his face as he stared at Nathan. Without realizing it, his body began to tremble. The menacing air around him vanished as he stuttered out, "It really is you, Ge..."

Nathan interrupted him in a harsh tone, "Don't call me that! Traitors don't deserve to address me as such. | had thought that you had gone on to live a normal and peaceful life. To my utter disappointment, you're actually using your skills to do the dirty deed for someone else. Tell me, how

many people have you killed in the past few years on behalf of the Barton family?" Kyle was shaking like a leaf in a breeze, while sweat drenched his body. He did not dare to utter a word.

Indeed, he had done more than his fair share of horrifying deeds in the past few years. Killing people was a common job for him from the Barton family.

was powerful and decisive when it came to killing, that he soon rose to be one of the Barton

how Nathan had reduced the fearsome Kyle into a

his eyes had nearly popped

what're you doing? You normally don't hesitate when you

Tom, I...I...H...he..." Kyle stammered while sweat dripped down his

"I don't care what your relationship with him used to be! You're now the Barton family's subordinates, one of my men. | want you to kill

the two men before sneering, "Your master is ordering you to kill me. What are you waiting for? I'm only going to make one move. If you can block it, I'll let you

He would only receive

that he was only going to do one move, then that

blade tighter, Kyle bit out through clenched teeth, "Sorry

he lunged forward like a panther, his speed so fast that he became

men cheered when they saw him in action, their blood rushing

too excited, Nathan

out in a kick. Thud! His