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.

new face like

Africa and was one

was considered a major customer. Therefore, he was the darling of

someone unknown such as Nathan dared to throw his weight at

was signing his own

and the other arms dealers who were standing at the outer

didn't expect to have chosen such a reckless

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

could feel that Nathan had stirred a

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

excruciating pain of his broken wrist, Mohamed

1.2 meter tall black man in

African God of

"Amon, break his legs and

that, twist

"Understood, Chief!"

man, he could move as fast as

as he sprinted towards Nathan. Raising his fist, he

on the

smiled smugly in

something happened that caused everyone