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.

reciprocated the gesture. "Did you bring the temporary antidote

black briefcase in front of Layden, which

nodded and took off his shirt, revealing his

help feeling envious. Mr. Quillen is in better shape at fifty than a thirty-year-old man

always been disciplined as eating, resting, meditating, and even emotion cultivation had a specific time slot every

and undeniable talent, had made him a

impossible for him to even come

himself by devoting

his teacher and waiting on him just in the hopes of achieving even a fraction of what the latter

at Jett. "What are you waiting for?

the syringe and drew the

a reliable medical laboratory and have them replicate the formula. I can't afford to

Mr. Quillen." Jett did

his teacher as he packed up his apparatus. "Mr. Quillen, the temporary antidotes given to you by Max are all in

his shirt back

replied confidently, "Although it

body, forcibly suppressing it

big price to pay to be free of Max's shackles