Salute To The General

Chapter 1462 Why Would I Not Dare Come

The two people following immediately behind Nathan were Wendy and Colin.

Further behind him were eight muscular subordinates, who were none other than the Elite Eight.

Everyone was stunned to see Nathan.

Even Quince, the Commoner King, was surprised. In a measured tone, he said, "Nathan Cross, you really came."

Nathan smiled. "Ha! Even a battlefield equivalent to hell didn't scare me. I've also trampled the capital of our enemy nation. Why wouldn't I dare to accept the Harbor family's invite?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly upon hearing Nathan's words.

Even though the Harbors had tens of thousands of people on their side while Nathan had only ten, the crowd was still slightly shaken by the imposing aura radiated by the man. It seemed that Nathan hasn't been conferred the title of 'General of the North' and 'God of War' for nothing.

Quince curled his lips into a sneer. "As expected of the Ares of the North, you are very courageous indeed. Someone get a chair for the God of War!"

order, Tyrant's Blade, who was standing next to him,

as a dangerous glint flashed past them. A split second later, he lifted his hand and gave it a

rosewood chair, which weighed at least a hundred pounds, immediately hurled towards Nathan

once. It was

would be knocked out and fall dead instantly to be hit by such a massive object

imminent danger, Nathan kept his poker face and remained calm and

who was also the Captain of National Guards, let out a cold snort and stepped forward. He stretched out his strong right arm and single-handedly caught hold of the chair as it flew

dropped open in shock once Colin displayed

the chair, he placed it down forcefully on

Thud!

shook and cracks

took out his handkerchief and dusted the chair before bowing respectfully to

a slightly dumbfounded Quince. "Let's get straight to the point! Today is the deadline I've set for you.

show him that the Harbors were not

not expected Nathan's subordinate