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.

you bring the

right here," Jett reported as he opened the black briefcase in front of Layden, which

his shirt, revealing

couldn't help feeling envious. Mr. Quillen is in better shape at fifty than a thirty-year-old man

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

coupled with his raw and undeniable talent, had made him

had long since accepted that his teacher's achievement was impossible for him to even come close to

himself by

him just in the hopes of

at Jett. "What are you waiting for?

hurriedly picked up the syringe and drew the liquid

little 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 to be Max's

Mr. Quillen." Jett did as

antidotes given to you by Max are all in very specific

his shirt back

confidently, "Although it may

body, forcibly suppressing it

price to