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 bloodied

shocked about the outcome, and all the operations managers were petrified as

the operations managers

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 us in check, or we won't escape with such

"How arrogant! How dare they? Quick, summon the Marshal. Tell him that the young master is injured, and we need

they were the leader of all divisions. All the division masters were called Marshals, and the division in the South was one

Klaus. Randall loved Ancient Arts. Even though he had already attained Grandmaster rank among the Ancient Warriors, he still kept up his

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

and a while later, an old voice asked

of the operations managers said, "Mr. Jawson, someone humiliated us, and nobody can do anything about it, so we have to come to you for

clan? That is an