Salute To The General

A huge crowd was gathered at The Great Common Hall in Brimmopolis that day.

Representatives from various industries and walks of life were all there.

That aside, there were also countless journalists with cameras at the ready. They all wanted to capture the best angles and pictures for their news report, witnessing the inauguration of the new president, Nathan.

At that moment, Fate was in an exquisite suit, sitting elegantly in the VIP section for foreign guests. He had been waiting for the ceremony to begin and for Nathan to appear with a half-smile on his face.

The assassins from the eight countries he had bought with him this time had taken on a myriad of identities. They had either infiltrated into the ranks of the foreign guests or masqueraded as foreign journalists and hid among the journalists like a pack of wolves lying in wait for their target to appear before striking a fatal blow.

He swept his gaze around the hall, furtively doing a headcount of his assassin team.

He ascertained that most of the team had taken their positions and were ready to make a move, with the exception of Nine Lights and Mido Swordman. There was no sign of them.

His brows knitted together imperceptibly.

The two men were the best fighters in the Dragon Slayer Team, but they were also the most difficult to keep in line.

By then, the inauguration ceremony was moments away from commencing.

Yet, the two of them still hadn't made an appearance.

Displeasure inundated Fate.

At that precise moment, a subordinate beside him whispered, "Boss, Nine Lights and Mido Swordman haven't made an appearance. I wonder if they've sneaked in successfully." "While they are quite capable, we can still accomplish our mission without them. Just stick with the plan," Fate replied placidly.

"Understood!" the subordinate answered.

Just then, a burst of applause rang out in the hall.

white shirt and black suit pants, complete with a gray jacket, was walking up the stage with

was none other than the

microphone with his back straight, Zion lifted

casual smile, "Good morning, fellow friends, venerated guests, esteemed journalists, and everyone else in front of the television. As you all know, we have recently selected the new president. Today is the day Mr. Nathan Cross

fell, the audience broke out in

they cheered for a long time before he lifted his hand to request silence. Beaming, he announced, "I now declare the official commencement of the

lights

The audience exclaimed softly.

the huge screen behind the podium abruptly lit

the

office, Nathan was sitting on the chair ramrod straight in a white shirt,

man on the screen, they couldn't help cheering once more. On the

seen getting to his feet and straightening

sooner had he reached the office door than two brightly dressed White House guards lifted their hands and saluted him. At the same time, the office door opened slowly. Following that, Nathan strode

orderly rows of soldiers from Felidae Battalion, armed with guns

the soldiers spotted Nathan coming out, they snapped to

way from the office to the main gates of the White

the

Nathan coming out, he quickly

a fraction, he opened the

the car and sat in the backseat of

into the car and drove

black Audis promptly appeared in the vicinity. All of them were

same time, eighteen generals on horseback showed up. They were none other than the renowned Eighteen Riders of the North. Riding Luster, their

stationed at