Salute To The General

Chapter 1814



Corey was the son of one of the most powerful families in Brimmopolis. Naturally, his friends were all relatives of bureaucrats or the scions of rich families as well.

None of his friends knew who Nathan was.

Silently, they wondered why the all-important Corey was treating him like an honored guest.

However, at long last, they realized that this man was the General!

Their faces turned white with shock. Hastily, they darted forward to pay respects to him, greeting him courteously by his rank—the General.

In a calm voice, Nathan said, "I've come here in my own personal time. Hence, please feel free to address me as Cross or Nathan instead of by my occupation and rank."

But who amongst the boys would dare to call him by his first name?

Everyone quickly addressed him as Mr. Cross.

Laughing, Corey said, "Yes, it's just a drinking party among my close friends tonight. Let's forget about our ranks and stuff. If anyone addresses Mr. Cross by his title, they'll have to drink a bottle of wine as punishment. Deal?"

Everyone burst into laughter. As they settled down in the seats according to their status, they lifted their glasses and toasted Nathan happily. Nathan was a very easy-going man. Regardless of who was toasting him, he returned their toast politely. Met with his generosity, the young scions felt extremely delighted and puffed out their chests with pride.

his friends to this drinking party for another reason that had nothing to do

was recently contesting in the presidential election

had been putting their best effort into this endeavor to try and garner as many supporters

obligation to do a

friends to go drinking with him. He would take the opportunity to urge them to

was someone he particularly

openly expressed his support for either Zion or Clifford,

wanted a

change

that moment, however, there was a

doorway. "Who the hell are you

Bang!

a loud noise as

open. The man that had been standing

the floor and started throwing up blood

the room with a haughty expression on his face, flanked by a few

than ten bulky, harried-looking men who were dressed

that Corey had

told them that this was a private room, but they ignored us and barged in

slightly and waved

from the floor and moved quickly to the side of the