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.

"Did you bring the temporary antidote from

it right here," Jett reported as he opened the black briefcase

nodded and took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled upper

help feeling envious. Mr. Quillen is in better shape

meditating, and even emotion cultivation had a specific time slot

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

accepted that his teacher's achievement was impossible for him to even come close to in this lifetime,

himself by

the hopes of achieving even a fraction of what the latter

"What are you

hurriedly picked up the syringe and drew the liquid with

the bottle", Cayden instructed. "I want you to look for a reliable medical laboratory and have them replicate the

Quillen." Jett did

his apparatus. "Mr. Quillen, the temporary antidotes given to you by Max are all in

his shirt back on

replied confidently, "Although it may fail fully

body, forcibly suppressing it

It's not a big price to pay to be free of