Salute To The General

Looking at the severely injured Randall, Nathan unsympathetically remarked, "You've lost. What else do you have to say?"

As though he had aged tremendously, Randall held his head low as he said, "What more could I say after I've lost to you? I'll admit defeat and accept any form of treatment you'll like to do to me."

Nathan nodded. "Great! Dismiss your subordinates now. I'll get this place razed to the ground too. The southern division of the Blackwell clan ceased to exist from today onward. Tell your Master that those in charge of the various divisions aren't allowed to call themselves a Marshal. Also, ask him to have stricter control over his disciples. Or else, I wouldn't mind doing the same to the rest of

your divisions or perhaps, even the headquarters."

Randall's face ashen at once.

"Fine, I'll take my subordinates with me and leave this place since I've lost. I'll pass on your words to the head of our clan. But I have no idea whether he will let this slide and allow you to insult us this way." Nathan calmly replied, "No worries. I have no fear even if it's the head of the clan."

Randall and the rest were seething with anger at Nathan's bold words, yet they knew there was nothing they could do about that.

Eventually, with the help of his subordinates, Randall, disheartened, prepared to leave the place.

Easton wanted

called out to Easton icily. "I haven't allowed you

the latter shuddered in fear as he looked in the

was.

the rest shifted their glance at

voice, pleaded, "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jawson, please save me. Take me along before you guys leave. That fellow definitely won't let me off so easily.

can do to help you either. You should watch yourself." The colors drained out of Easton's face upon hearing that. The next

from his pocket and passed it to Easton. He then awkwardly explained, "Mr. Camden, this man

soon as they finished speaking, they

Easton and several

remained.

seems like it's the third time I caught you in

his own eyes that he