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 was

Africa and was

and was considered a major customer. Therefore,

Nathan dared to throw his

was signing his own

other arms dealers who were standing at the outer rim

expect to have

they would also have to suffer

feel that Nathan had stirred a hornet's nest this

all. He wasn't the least concerned about Mohamed, the God of

the excruciating pain of his broken

1.2 meter tall black man in an ethnic

the African

"Amon, break his legs and

twist

"Understood, Chief!"

he could move as

dark blur as he sprinted towards Nathan. Raising his fist, he launched it

96 on the

smugly in anticipation

everyone to look on