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."

got wider as he slammed his fist at Nathan. There was enough power

the punches came into contact, everyone could hear a sickening crunch coming from the center of

into pieces, and his arm bent out of

but it was Mortimer. That clash rendered him unable to fight, and he retreated

his men stared in

but even so, Nathan managed to destroy Mortimer's right arm with a single punch. Obviously, Nathan was at least a few magnitudes higher than Mortimer

is not enough to go against us. 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,

to us." Nathan nodded calmly. "Teach them a lesson and hand them back to the Blackwell clan. Tell them to

was going to break out behind them. Ezra

didn't say you can leave! Men,

were about to stop the car, but Colin and the Elite Eight stood

"Mr. Cross doesn't want to play with you guys, so why don't I take