Salute To The General

Nathan looked at him calmly. "And you have got to watch your tongue. Give me that attitude again and you're getting it."

Ezra laughed. "Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're still the Commander-In-Chief of the North Army? You're nothing now. Why should I listen to you?

"As long as there are people, there will be feuds. And where there are feuds, the Blackwell clan will rule them all. Steely!"

A muscular man standing at more than six feet six showed up. He was crossing his arms, which were absurdly huge.

The man was Mortimer of the Blackwell clan, aka Steely. Mortimer was crossing his arms, glaring at Nathan and Penny evilly. He said, "I am here, Master Ezra. What is your order?"

Ezra smirked. "Since Nathan refuses to come back with us, then you might have to help him. Break his legs, and take him with us."

Mortimer grinned. "No problem."

to Nathan, and his ugly grin got wider as he slammed his fist at Nathan. There was enough power behind it to kill a bull, and Ezra

when the punches came into contact, everyone could hear a sickening crunch

Mortimer's right arm was smashed into pieces, and his arm bent out of shape,

agony, but it was Mortimer. That clash rendered him unable

and his men stared in

so, Nathan managed to destroy Mortimer's

Men, take him down!" Ezra's subordinates were about to gang up on Nathan, but then, someone said coldly, "I see, you're ganging up on him, huh? But do you really think the general has no helpers of his own?" Ezra and his men were

nodded calmly. "Teach them a lesson

they didn't care about the fight that was going to break out behind them. Ezra was furious that Nathan and Penny were about to leave just like

say you can

about to stop the car, but Colin

doesn't want to play with you guys, so why don't I take his place? Elite Eight,