Salute To The General

Nathan strolled into the Blackwell clan casually with Colin and the Elite Eight.

The headquarters of the Blackwell clan consisted of several buildings. Carlton's family and the major families of the Blackwell clan lived there as well as their three thousand disciples. Everyone heard the screams of the guards.

They were very surprised and could not help but come out of their houses to take a look.

Who will be so daring to find trouble with the Blackwell clan and even killed one of our men? They are definitely asking for their own deaths!

The head of the Blackwell clan, Carlton, was

initially reading in the study room when he heard the commotion. He immediately shouted, "What happened? Why is everyone panicking?"

One of his subordinates came in and answered respectfully, "Master, someone has come here to cause trouble. They have even killed Aldo."

What?

Carlton widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard that.

Who will dare to do that at the Blackwell clan?

At that moment, he seemed to remember something, and his face fell. "Is it Nathan?'

His subordinate was taken aback and replied, "We aren't sure, but it should be him."

everyone to gather at the

"Yes, Master!"

the Elite Eight into the headquarters of the Blackwell clan and arrived at a vast

a chair at the side, so

rest of them stood behind him in

ringing of an alarm could be

of the Blackwell clan's disciples came

of the three

them were confused. They had no idea why they were asked to gather at the field in the

that moment, all of them were eyeing Nathan and

as they were discussing among themselves, a loud voice could be

stepped aside to

grey clothes and sported a goatee, walked hastily in their direction with a group of top fighters from the Blackwell

Master!"

of emotion on Carlton's face. Soon, he spotted Nathan. He narrowed his eyes and said, "If I'm not wrong, you are Nathan. You are the one who hurt my son and

a burly man standing next to Carlton yelled, "Such insolence! How dare you address our clan leader by his first name! Who do you think you are that you can talk to our master sitting down? Down on

disciples of the Blackwell

knees!

of so many people were akin to thunder and certainly sounded