Salute To The General

Everyone from the Room of Taurus unsheathed their weapons and roared at Nathan.

"Let the dean go!"

"Let him go!"

"Or we'll kill you!"

These guys were more bark than bite. None of them would even step ahead for fear of Nathan's power and the hostage he was holding.

Nathan didn't care about these weaklings either. He tossed the dying Chev on the ground and announced coldly, "You lost. According to the bet, you're telling me everything about my master."

Chev coughed up seawater and blood. He huffed and puffed, and he said weakly, "And if I refuse?"

Nathan answered calmly, "Then I shall kill you, but before I do, I will finish off all your lackeys."

fell, and he clenched his teeth. "Very

master, Lothar Macmaster, imprisoned in your city? And

but Nathan stared straight into his eyes and warned, "I've been working for the military for many years. Interrogation is nothing for me. I can see through you if you're lying, so don't even try to pull anything. Tell me one lie and I'll make your life a living hell. You

little angry, and he gnashed his teeth. "I've seen a lot of powerful people locked in the city, but none of them goes by the name of Lothar

Nathan furrowed his brows.

Seasons, and that's my master, Mr. Macmaster's signature skill! There's no way any of you can master

you explain that?" asked

set of basic skills open to everyone, and that involves all kinds of martial arts and weaponry. Blades, swords spears, nunchakus, you name it. Blade of Seasons

in that set. Anyone

a skill to

What?

dumbfounded, and so was Nathan. Master's signature

face fell. "Who

"You'll have to ask the