Salute To The General

In the Quillen residence, Cayden was speaking to Max, the Five-star General of Ariarica, via an encrypted phone.

"Mr. Quillen, please don't forget our agreement," Max reminded Cayden. "I have sent someone to your house with this month's antidote, but please make something happen as soon as possible. We have high expectations for you."

Although Cayden was livid, his tone did not convey the slightest hint of emotions. "Everything is proceeding according to my plan," he replied calmly. "In seven days, I will be able to become the Assistant Chief Military Governor with thousands in the military under my command."

"Not bad. This is a good start," Max said appreciatively. "Here's to our lasting partnership. I hope that the next time we speak, you will be acting in the capacity of the president of Eurasia."

"Goodbye," Cayden said curtly as he hung up the phone.

"That d*mn Ariarican!" he burst out fiercely. Pacing himself, he turned toward the door and called, "Come in."

Although he did not raise his voice, it rang clear enough for the men standing guard in the courtyard behind the door to hear it.

Immediately, a slender, handsome young man entered in with a briefcase.

He was Jett Nightshire, Layden s proud protege and his most trusted subordinate. Despite the lack of familial ties, Layden treated him like a son.

Upon entry, Jett respectfully gave Layden a salute.

gesture. "Did you bring the temporary antidote from

have it right here," Jett reported as he opened the black briefcase in front of Layden, which contained a syringe and a

nodded and took off his

Mr. Quillen is in better shape

and even emotion cultivation had a specific time slot every day for deliberate practice. Furthermore, Layden did not drink and

abstinence with spiritual advancement in mind, coupled with his raw and undeniable talent, had made him a teacher unmatched by any other in the

that his teacher's achievement was impossible for him

himself by

just in the hopes of achieving even a fraction of what the latter had.

stared at Jett. "What are you waiting for? Inject

picked up the syringe and drew the liquid with a

in the bottle", Cayden instructed. "I want you to look for a reliable medical laboratory and have them replicate the formula. I can't afford

Mr. Quillen." Jett

up his apparatus. "Mr. Quillen, the temporary antidotes given to you by Max are all in very specific amounts. Will the toxins in

shirt back on

movements. He replied confidently, "Although it may fail fully

body, forcibly suppressing it

by. It's not a big price to pay to be free of Max's shackles once and for