Salute To The General

Then, he saw Colin coming over to him angrily. "W-What do you want?" he stammered fearfully. "I'm the Blackwell clan's young master. My father is Carlton of the Blackwell clan. If you hurt me, my father will hear of this!"

Colin ignored that threat and gave Ezra one tight slap. It made Ezra's cheek swell, and blood trickled down his chin. He was petrified, but Colin continued coolly, "Even your father has to kneel before Mr. Cross Your threats are nothing. Now kneel!"

Colin held down Ezra's shoulder and forced him to kneel on the ground. "Men, give him a hundred slaps." "Yes, Captain!" One of the Elite Eight came up

to Ezra and slapped him until the kid was bleeding all over his face. He couldn't say anything anymore and was only barely hanging on in the end.

Colin issued a command coldly, "Get someone to take him back to the Blackwell clan's division. Tell them to keep their young master in check, or he will not get off with only a hundred slaps the next time." The Elite Eight answered, "Yes, Sir!"

Back in the Hall of Loyalty of the Blackwell clan's division in the South, some operations managers were having tea with Easton as they waited for Ezra's news.

They thought it would be great news, but on the contrary, what they received was a nightmare. Ezra and his men were sent back,

of them were

the outcome, and all

operations managers

subordinates answered weakly, "The young master tried to take Nathan and Penny back, but all of us got beaten up by Nathan's men. He even sent someone to warn us. He wants the management to keep

summon the Marshal. Tell him that the young master is injured, and we need him to make a

All the division masters were called Marshals, and the division in the South

Ancient Arts. Even though he

led the disciples to a room in the backyard, and they knelt before it. "Marshal, we implore

upon them, and a while later, an

"Mr. Jawson, someone humiliated us, and nobody can do anything about it, so we have to come to you

is an absurd joke if I've ever