Salute To The General

Chapter 1855



A luxury yacht parked at Moonlight Bay in Channing.

Dressed in a floral shirt, Zachery had his sunglasses on and was alternating between sipping his champagne and taking a puff from his cigar. He was flanked by two curvy young women in their bikinis.

Standing just a few meters away with their hands straight down their sides were twelve black-suited men of different nationalities and ethnic origins. These burly men were the formidable Twelve Windstorm Riders.

At that moment, a chubby man bordering on obese was walking rather quickly, causing his heavy gold necklace to dangle wildly on his fleshy chest. With about a dozen fearsome animal-tattooed underlings following closely behind, they hurried onto the superyacht and stopped politely in front of Zachery.

This pudgy man was Toby Duncan, nicknamed Boss Toby.

Ever since the downfall of Dip Turner, Toby had slowly taken over the underworld in the South. In just more than a year's time, he was now the undisputed uncrowned king of the South underworld.

All in all, Toby was regarded as the most powerful person in the South.

However, his status did not stop Toby from feeling exceedingly anxious right now. He looked like a student being sent to the principal's office for coming late to school. "I'm so sorry, Mr.

Hackett. It's rush hour and there was a lot of traffic on the road. I had to get my driver to run a few lights to get here on time, but I still arrived a little late. Please accept my apologies."

a nonchalant look at the man and remarked calmly, "That's okay. Everyone makes

to relax when Zachery turned to one

you is at 6 p.m. By the time he arrived here

late for

was relieved for a split second when Zachery said flatly, "Since you're late for one minute, I'll take

Zachery was also in complete shock upon

jaw dropped;

who were standing behind

was able to comprehend the logic behind taking

initial shock, they had a similar thought: This person is out

he know he's dealing with Boss Toby, the head of the underworld in the

to shut his gaping

underlings started charging at

and yelled, "Who do

did you not pay respect to our boss, but you also have the nerve to suggest such an abhorrent

to Zachery, one of the Twelve Windstorm Riders, a silver-haired man, had already zoomed past Zachery as

Whoosh!

his backhand. All that one could see

slit open while blood started gushing out from