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 mistakes, including me. As

just about to relax when Zachery turned to one of his subordinates and asked, "How long was he late

time he arrived here it was already one minute late," the man replied

for

one minute, I'll

Toby but the women next to Zachery was also in complete

jaw dropped; his heart

behind him were also

logic behind taking one's finger for being one minute

shock, they had a similar thought: This

he know he's dealing with Boss Toby, the head

to shut his gaping mouth, some of

underlings started charging at

and yelled, "Who do you

our boss, but you also have the nerve to

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

Whoosh!

little emotion on his face, the silver-haired man retrieved his blade with his backhand. All that one

any of Toby's men could react, their throats were slit