Salute To The General

Chapter 2711



Big Bull's subordinates had come prepared.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Unfortunately, their opponents were Colin, Ava, and the Elite Eight.

Putting aside the fact that Colin and Ava were Ultimate King of Warriors, the fact that the Elite Eight were all King of Warriors was enough to make them suffer.

In fact, both Ultimate King of Warriors hadn't moved at all.

The Elite Eight stepped forward in unison and let out a battle cry.

Then, all of them began swinging their fists.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Each of Big Bull's subordinates flew backward as they cried out in pain.

The scene shocked the crowd surrounding them.

The Elite Eight moved in unison, and they were just as powerful as tens of thousands of troops.

On the other hand, Big Bull's subordinates looked just like moths flying straight into the flame in the crowd's eyes as they received the eight King of Warriors' punches. They were all sent flying backward as if they had rehearsed that move beforehand.

Right then, Big Bull, who was still on the phone call, saw that his subordinates had been defeated by Nathan's men.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock and disbelief.

Nathan glanced apathetically at the mind-blown Big Bull and said coldly, "So, do you still want me to take off my traditional garb and get lost from this place?"

The latter shivered but oromotlv snapped back to his senses.

Just as he was about to reply, Colin walked over and grabbed him by his neck. Then, as if he were a little chick, he was lifted into the air.

"You b*stard who only knows how to worship the foreigners! Kneel before Mr. Cross when you speak to him!" Colin said.

Once he finished speaking, he threw the man before Nathan.

Big Bull staggered and lost his balance. Then, Colin lifted his leg and kicked the back of the former's knees.

With a thud, Big Bull dropped to his knees before Nathan.

His knees hit the floor so hard that he hissed through gritted teeth.

He bit back the pain as his face contorted. Then, looking up at Nathan, he said with disdain, "How dare you act so unruly here on the cultural street? You must be sick of living, huh? I've called Mr. Jabbar. There's nothing you can do to save your life when he comes later."

"Is that so?" Nathan asked with a halfsmile. "That makes me want to meet the boss of this cultural street even more now.

Still on his knees, Big Bull said through gritted teeth, "All right, then. Just you wait, you brat!"

Meanwhile, the people around them were pointing fingers and whispering among themselves.

"This cultural street has truly gone too far. Previously, a kid came here wearing traditional clothing, but they chased him out. And now, they're having a dispute with yet another customer in traditional garb."

"But I heard that the boss of this place, Bentley Jabbar, is both rich and powerful. He's someone one shouldn't offend."

"Now that the man in the traditional garb has gotten into trouble, he won't be able to leave this place if he doesn't run away now."

“That's right. Outlanders ought to respect the locals, after all. Quick! Use this chance to leave."

Some of the passersby were getting worried about Nathan and the others. They warned them to leave the place before Bentley got here.

"Thank you all for your kindness. But

we are in Eurasia right now. I don't think that I, as a Eurasian, did anything wrong by wearing traditional Eurasian clothes. On the other hand, not only do the people in charge of this place worship the foreigners, but they won't even allow us to wear our country's traditional clothing when they themselves are marching the streets in foreign attire. I am not going to let that slide. I have to let these people know the actual owner of this piece of land," Nathan said with a grin.

Everyone cheered and applauded him for his words.

Of course, there were also some who were secretly shaking their heads, thinking that Nathan was nothing more than a rash, insolent man. They thought that the harsh realities would soon wake him up. Content belongs to

Some had even left, sighing as they couldn't stand to watch him getting taught a lesson by Bentley.

Big Bull gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred as he looked at Nathan. "Continue with that act, you brat. Let's see if you can still keep that up when Mr. Jabbar arrives later."

Nathan merely smiled and said nothing.

"Just stay kneeling on the ground. When your boss comes later, he'll be doing the same too," Colin piped up.

Big Bull's face scrunched up. He fumed through clenched teeth, "All right, then. I'd like to see what will happen to you lot in the end."

The crowd around exchanged glances with each other, for they knew very well about Bentley's capabilities.

The locals had a saying that one would be better off provoking the Devil than Bentley Jabbar.

Based on this saying alone was enough for one to know just how capable Bentley was. It was also enough for people to see how terrified the locals were of him.

However, no one understood why Nathan had the guts to stir up trouble in Bentley's territory.

Is he actually that fearless, or is he just too young that he has never witnessed the cruelty of society?

Everyone stared at Nathan with curiosity, unable to get a grasp on what he was thinking at all.

They studied him from head to toe, and some were starting to get confused.

Nathan looked somewhat familiar, but none of them could remember where they had seen him from.

After all, he had kept his identity a secret when he was working in the military in the past. His face was rarely ever revealed in the news.

Nheless, he had shown himself to the world on the television screens when he was appointed as the President a few days ago.

But there were still some differences between what was seen in real life and on the television screen.

Besides, no one would have expected themselves to bump into the President of the country when walking on the streets.

Based on their understanding, they

thought that there would be a huge

crowd and also a large group of security if the President ever went out. There would also be the police and army maintaining order along the street.

Hence, even though some of them thought Nathan looked familiar, none of them associated him with the newly appointed president. Those who thought that he looked like the President merely thought that they looked similar, and they stopped thinking more of it. Therefore, no one could tell Nathan's actual identity even though there were so many people surrounding him.