Salute To The General

Boom!

The hotel wall exploded, sending dozens of people flying through the air.

Amidst the destruction, a powerful figure emerged from the hole, resembling a hawk in flight, and hovered in mid-air.

It was Nathan, who had bravely fought his way out of the encirclement.

Clatter!

On the ground, vigilant soldiers quickly aimed their weapons at him. The surrounding area was heavily fortified with tanks, armored vehicles, and helicopters hovering in the sky, forming a comprehensive ambush. The elites from the hotel also came out, including Bryon, who was closely guarded by his bodyguards.

They all looked up at Nathan, floating in the air, with expressions of disbelief. They had always recognized Nathan's strength, but now it was clear that they had greatly underestimated him.

His power surpassed all their previous estimations.

Nathan's ten wings fluttered gently, keeping him in mid-air. He held his sword, The Unsullied, asserting his dominance. His eyes, filled with unquestionable authority, scanned the panicked faces below.

With a chilling tone, he declared, "You were the ones who started this conflict, and now you will face the consequences. The battle continues!"

dive back into the fight, a sudden shout cut through the air, "Stop! Nathan, take a look at who we have here." Nathan paused, his gaze shifting

he saw Paulo leading

at gunpoint, along with

a deep rage simmering

voice was icy as he warned, "Anyone who threatens my family will suffer. If you harm

his gaze turning to

in our grasp. Surrender peacefully if you want to save their lives. My patience is limited; I'll count to three. If you haven't surrendered by then, I'll have no choice but to execute your wife right in front of

palpable wave of murderous intent radiated from Nathan, engulfing

was undeniable:

hesitate to start

was already raised, aiming at Colin's heart. With a deafening shot, Colin was

her cheeks. She looked at Colin, lying in a growing pool of blood, and

glimpse of Nathan in the distance and Penny before him. With a weak smile, he said, "Mrs. Cross, please don't blame yourself... It's my fault. I failed Mr. Cross' trust; I couldn't

he spoke, his vision faded to black, and he lost

from afar, was consumed by a ferocious

Wolfric, undeterred and with a chilling smirk,

fired another shot, this time aiming directly at

slumping into