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?"

the Blackwell clan,

beside them.

of the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor, and

did not send out the royal procession to welcome his return this round.

the sight of the sixteen Felidae Battalion not too far away, Nathan smirked and looked toward Eton and his

afraid this isn't up to you

you want me to follow you, you might first have to ask

his finger and pointed toward another

rest notice that there was a line

It's best if you all disappear from

Blackwell clan would definitely scare the suited men

was how those men before his eyes, after hearing his words, not only did not have a tinge of fear, they instead gave him a look of contempt.

to pick Mr. Cross by order. I don't care which clan you belong to. You better scram immediately or don't blame me for taking

the people of the Blackwell clan? Come on; I'd

the Blackwell clan.

of his lips into a smirk. So there

the cold look on Aksel's face, Eton felt his heart skip

Aksel lifted his hand and swiftly served