Salute To The General

Chapter 1517 Amon The African God Of War

"Damn you!"

"How dare you hurt our chief!"

"Kill him!"

As shouts rang out within Mohamed's men, a burly man with a goatee charged at Nathan in an intimidating manner.

However, before he could get any closer, he was blocked by Colin who had stepped in his way.

With a loud snort, Colin grabbed the man's neck with his left hand and singlehandedly lifted him off the ground.

Everyone gasped in shock!

It wasn't until the man with the goatee lost consciousness, that Colin tossed him to the ground like a dead dog. He then scowled, "Who else dares to disrespect my master?”

Mohamed and his man were both surprised and angry at the same time.

There were many famous warriors and innumerable arms dealers at the venue, and all of them were equally shocked.

The Feast of the Gods was considered a gathering of the most powerful people in the world.

yet, a new face like Nathan

in Africa and was one of Africa's

weapon purchases and was considered a major customer. Therefore, he was the darling of many arms dealers

dared to throw his weight at

his own

arms dealers who were standing at the outer rim

didn't expect to have chosen such a

had offended a major customer, they figured they would also have to suffer the same

that Nathan had stirred

who remained nonchalant among them all. He wasn't the least concerned about Mohamed, the God

the excruciating pain of his

a 1.2 meter tall black man in an ethnic

was the African God

Mohamed ordered, "Amon, break his legs and torture

that, twist

"Understood, Chief!"

Amon was a huge man, he could move as fast as an

was a dark blur as he sprinted towards Nathan. Raising his fist, he

ranked 96 on the Leaderboard of Battle gods took action, they started

smiled smugly in

everyone to look on in