Salute To The General

Chapter 1625

With the whole crowd looking in Nathan's direction, Thaddeus and his subordinates quickly caught sight of Nathan, who was still smoking as he sat on the sofa.

Clucking his tongue, Thaddeus grunted, “Hey, the loser over there. Were you the one who injured one of my brothers last night?”

Nathan slowly turned his head and gazed at Milton, who was still slapping his own face on the ground like an idiot. “How distasteful! Kneeling to a foreign monkey in the great lands of Eurasia. Hey, you're humiliating us all!”

Thaddeus furrowed his brows. How dare this brat ignore me.

On the other hand, Milton's eyes were turning bloodshot from shame and anger.

However, his fury was directed toward Nathan, not Thaddeus. He was just a coward who would not even dare to be angry at someone like Thaddeus.

Glaring at Nathan, he gritted his teeth and said, “You asshole. None of this would have happened if you didn't offend them. How dare you talk about me like that when all the blame is on you! Hmph. You won't have the strength to say those things any longer. Your punishment will be a hundred times worse than mine!”

Mavis and the others all gave Nathan a sympathetic look upon hearing what Milton had to say.

With the revered Mr. Hayes of Brimmopolis kneeling and punishing himself just for a slip of tongue, they could not imagine what kind of gruesome ending Nathan would land in.

Everyone was sure that things were over for Nathan.

Meanwhile, Nathan remained composed as he took another puff of his cigarette.

a relaxed expression, he stared at Milton and asked, “A hundred times

thing that I hate the most is to see foreigners like you acting all entitled on my country's lands. Now kneel before me, and give yourself a hundred slaps on your

What?

crowd gasped

him the courage to snap back at Thad deus? He's not

of anger sparkled in Thaddeus's eyes as he listened to

some guts. All the more reasons I have to get rid of you then! Hey, it's time to get to work. Break his arms and legs, and then

uttered those commands, a blonde, white man and a

screams and shouts filled

was beginning

dare you still be

by force, the biondie reached

utter terror, Nathan snorted coldly, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it. Crack! The

What?

backward, drowning in cold sweat as he moaned

barked as he charged toward Nathan, his

to that, Nathan simply stood up and gave

Bam!

sleek leather shoes became stained with