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?"

Blackwell clan, Carlton Anderson. You've made this trip here to

them. Over ten men over

of the

royal procession to welcome his return this round. Instead, they sent sixteen well-suited Felidae Battalion in Jeeps to pick him

looked toward Eton and his men. "I'm sorry. I don't have time to

scoffed, "I'm afraid this isn't up

you might first have to ask

then raised his finger and pointed toward

the rest notice that there was a

all disappear from this place if you know your place. Otherwise, I will

mention of the Blackwell clan would definitely scare the suited men

after hearing his words, not only did not have a tinge of fear, they instead gave him a look of contempt. Leading the team of sixteen warriors of the battalion was Aksel

here to pick Mr. Cross by order. I don't care which clan you belong to.

to take action against us? How dare you say that to the people of the Blackwell clan? Come on; I'd like to see what exactly do you intend to do! I promise I

so arrogantly toward the Blackwell clan. In

lifted the corners of his lips into a

on Aksel's face, Eton felt his heart

backward, Aksel lifted his hand and