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.

and black suit pants, complete with a

other than

microphone with his back straight, Zion lifted his hand and saluted everyone

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 transitions from being the

fell, the audience broke out in thunderous

while 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 inauguration ceremony of the new

flash, the lights in the

The audience exclaimed softly.

the heels of that, the huge screen behind the

in the White House was projected on

Nathan was sitting on the chair ramrod straight in a white shirt, black suit pants, and

crowd saw the man on the screen, they couldn't help cheering once

and straightening his clothes

sooner had he reached the office door than two brightly dressed White House guards lifted their hands and saluted him. At the

rows of soldiers from Felidae

coming out, they snapped to attention and saluted him in

forged ahead with determined steps, all the way from the office to the main

the soldiers standing sentry outside the

coming

fraction, he opened the

and sat

then climbed into the car and drove

Audis promptly appeared in the vicinity. All

time, eighteen generals on horseback showed up. They were none other than the renowned Eighteen Riders of the North. Riding Luster, their leader of the Eighteen Riders of the North-Jack-led the other seventeen members

from that, traffic police were stationed