Salute To The General

Chapter 1365 The Langers Family

The ferry sailed at a moderate pace towards Bossania City. They were currently about ten kilometers away from the city.

Completely immersed in past memories of Wyatt and him, Nathan sat by the ship's bow as he downed bottle after bottle of alcohol.

After a while, he sighed, "If only you were still here, old friend!"

All of a sudden, the peace and quiet were interrupted by a horrible din.

It turned out that a Pitbull had bitten on to an old man's trousers and was now desperately trying to tear off a piece of fabric.

The old man had collapsed onto the floor with fright. Frantically trying to kick the dog away, he cried, "Who's dog is this? Get it off me..."

The other tourists kept their distance as they watched the scene unfold with horror.

A young man in a mink coat with a rather pretty girl in his arms seemed to be the owner of this dog.

However, at that moment, he was having quite a laugh with his subordinates and showed no intentions of calling his dog off.

The dog had its jaws on the left side of the old man's pants. And in his haste to get rid of the dog, the old man happened to kick the dog in its nose.

dog immediately released its jaw and ran away

as a result,

how much this dog costs? A hundred

isn't even as valuable as

both his

had spoken, the bodyguards behind him immediately

Cowering in fear, he put his

Thump! Thump! Thump!

accompanied by several cries of pain pierced through the

the old man didn't feel

in confusion, he proceeded to look

tall man with a cold expression on his face standing in front of him. As for the bodyguards of the man in the mink coat,

was none other

man,

the old man up, he asked, "Are you okay, Mr.

that this old man was none other than Wyatt's father -

man who had just saved him, a surprised expression

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