Salute To The General

Chapter 1002 A Casket From Nathan Cross

In a blink of an eye, Victor was paralyzed.

His men were also brutally beaten up and thrown out of the room.

As instructed by Nathan, Thomas bought a black casket and dumped Victor in it before nailing the casket shut.

Then, he got his men to deliver the casket as quickly as possible to the Blacks in Northania, right into the hands of Mr. Black. Peyton had a few friends over at his place when suddenly, his butler, Don, came running in with a horrified look on his face. Displeased, Peyton chided, "What happened? Why are you behaving so frantically?"

Don whispered nervously, "You have a delivery, sir!"

Peyton sneered, "My dear Don, it's just a delivery. Why are you so antsy? People send me things for so many reasons. Some of them want to build a rapport with me, while some of them need my help.

There's no need to make a fuss over this.”

With a strange look on his face, Don lowered his head meekly. "It's a delivery from Nathan Cross!"

Frowning at what he'd just heard, Peyton Black scorned, "Isn't Victor working on getting rid of him? Why would there be a delivery from Cross?"

Don could not hold back any longer and exclaimed, "Sir, it's a casket!"

With their eyes and jaws wide open, Peyton and his friends, together with all his subordinates, were startled by what they'd just heard.

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