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."

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

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

the bones in Mortimer's right arm was smashed into pieces, and

Mortimer. That clash rendered him unable to fight, and he retreated from the

his men

and he could kill a bull with a single punch, but even so, Nathan managed to destroy Mortimer's

up on Nathan, but then, someone said coldly, "I see, you're ganging up on him, huh? But do

arrived, he first greeted Nathan, "Sir, leave these ignorant fools to us." Nathan nodded calmly. "Teach them a lesson and hand them back to the Blackwell clan. Tell them

and left slowly, as if they didn't care about the fight that was going to break out behind them. Ezra was furious that Nathan

say you can leave! Men, stop

the car, but

with you guys, so why don't I take his