Salute To The General

The next day, Nathan left for Brimmopolis with Colin and the Elite Eight after bidding goodbye to his family.

Having always kept a low profile, Nathan also chose to go with the public airlines instead of the military's private jet this time.

Yet, unknown to him, the Blackwell clan had ordered their men beforehand to spy on him.

Therefore, news of him making his way to Brimmopolis reached the headquarters of the Blackwell clan and Carlton in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Carlton, Eton exclaimed, "Master, Nathan is on his way here to meet you. He still knows how formidable you are despite being an arrogant guy. I guess he's ready for his deserved punishment." Ezra snickered. "I thought that b*stard would see things through to the end! It turns out he's only but a coward! I can't believe he'd be terrified by Dad's words that he'll hurry over to accept his punishment." Slowly sipping on his tea, Carlton did not make any comments. However, he could not disguise the jubilance within him.

He was smug at how his words had seemed to work and that Nathan was rushing overto Brimmopolis.

Around noon, the flight Nathan boarded safely landed at Metro Brimmopolis Airport.

As Nathan walked out of the airport with Colin

and the Elite Eight, Eton came before them and stopped them in their tracks with a hundred of his subordinates dressed in sturdy clothing.

Eton sneered, "Nathan, we've been waiting for your arrival for a longtime."

Nathan was bewildered. "Who are you?"

I'm Eton Lucien, and my Master is the head of the Blackwell clan, Carlton Anderson. You've made this trip here to ask for

to a halt beside them. Over ten men

Headquarters of the

the Chief Military Governor did not send out the royal procession to welcome his return this round. Instead, they sent sixteen well-suited Felidae Battalion in Jeeps

too far away, Nathan smirked and looked toward Eton and his men. "I'm sorry.

isn't up to you to

follow you, you might first have

finger and pointed toward

rest notice that there was a line of men in

at those men in an unfriendly way. "Our Master wants to meet Nathan. I don't care who you guys are. It's best if you all disappear from this place if you know your place. Otherwise, I will view you all as enemies of the Blackwell clan. You should

clan would definitely

how those men before his eyes, after hearing his words, not only did not have a tinge of fear, they

glare at Eton and frigidly said, "We are here to pick Mr. Cross by order. I don't care which clan you belong to. You better scram immediately or don't blame

the Blackwell clan? Come on; I'd like to see what exactly do you intend to do! I promise I won't dodge. Come

could not believe that there were people in Brimmopolis who would act so arrogantly toward the

corners of his lips into a smirk. So there are people who asked to be whacked

his heart skip a beat as he could sense that

step backward, Aksel lifted his hand and swiftly served a tight