Salute To The General

Chapter 923 You Dare Hurt Mr Tom

Before Tom could come back to his senses, there was a flicker and Nathan was right before him.

His eyes narrowed and he blustered, "I'm the third son of the Barton family. You dare touch me?"

Nathan did not bother replying to him. His leg darted out again, landing two solid kicks on Tom's kneecaps. Crack! Crack!

With two loud crunching sounds, Tom fell to his knees as his face scrunched up in pain.

“Ahhhh!" he wailed in agony.

Nathan rumbled dangerously, Tve already told you this previously. The Barton family means nothing to me. If the police in Johnstone won't punish you, let's see if the police here in Channing will.”

The rest of Tom's men were still lost in their horror at Kyle's death.

It was not until Tom's kneecaps were shattered by Nathan did they regain their composure.

"Damn you!"

dare you hurt Mr.

"You're a dead man!"

"Kill him!"

before pulling out their knives, prepared to charge

the loud sound of pounding feet rang out from outside the door. A powerful voice roared,

voice belonged to none other than

wearing a bulletproof vest with a gun clenched in his

scores of SWAT members, each fully equipped as they held their submachine guns in front of them. Their expressions were alert and cautious

a bunch of SWAT members, the leader of the Barton family subordinates, a man with a beard, guessed that the other man was the

got here just in time. We're from the Barton family. This is the third young master of the Barton family; he was injured by these criminals. | demand you

families. They had followers all over the nation and fingers

had to do was say who they were and they could do as they wished. No matter if it were the underground, the police, the military, or the politicians, all had to show respect to the Barton family. It did not matter

helping them and arresting Nathan's group in

psnignedaroe@ hon the Barton farhily and this is the third young master?’ Please