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!"

you

"You're a dead man!"

"Kill him!"

out their knives, prepared to

sound of pounding feet rang out from outside

voice belonged to none other than Zed Walker, the chief of police of the Channing

bulletproof vest with a gun clenched

SWAT members, each fully equipped as they held their submachine guns in front of them. Their expressions

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

family. This is the third young master of the Barton

nation's eight most revered families. They had followers all over the nation and fingers in

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

would be helping them and

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