Salute To The General

Chapter 1472 Get Your Butt Over Here And Die

Soon after.

A loud voice rang up from outside. Jeremy Wesley had hurried over with his subordinates.

He brought over two hundred people, and everyone in the hospital was scared.

"Who has hurt my son? Get your butt over here and die!"

A rude voice rang up, and the man who spoke was a middle-aged plump guy. He was none other than Jeremy Wesley.

Jeremy walked into the patient's room with a few of his subordinates.

When he saw his son kneeling on the floor with two broken legs, he became even angrier, and he glared at Nathan.

He could see that everyone else was being polite towards Nathan, so Nathan had to be the one who called the shots.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes and spoke harshly, "Punk, are you the one who

ordered your men to injure my son?"

Ronald complained with hatred in his voice, "That's the head of those bastards. Dad, avenge me!"

Nathan turned to Jeremy and grinned.

"You're Jeremy Wesley? The one who stole the villagers' farm, injured Ty, and tried to take advantage of the situation by getting them to sell you their land at a fraction of the price? The village chief who is known as the Living Devil?"

nickname, then you should

you will break your own legs right away and pay my son five million in his medical fee. Only then I will consider sparing your life. If you don't... Well,

to ask if my people

hundred men outside, and they are all gangsters. Any of your subordinates

step up and tell the chief your

when he said, "I am

Ty, and Ashley were stunned when they heard Daniel's name

subordinates were hooligans, so they recognized Daniel.

gasped

face and was about to apologize when another man

me too. I am Charles Brown, the Commander of the

me, Raymond Dissick,

me, Stanley McCall, Mayberry's

stood up one by one and

each and every one

in Mayberry, and any one of them

Ronald was stupefied.

was Ty and

everyone there was taken

and demanded that he told him who the hell he had offended to get so many powerful figures to show

are you still expecting us to break our own legs?” asked Nathan with

dry. Then, he parted his lips trying

is the Head of Mr. Cross' Personal Guard. You must be tired of