Salute To The General
Chapter 120 Who Gives You The Order

Chapter 120 Who Gives You The Order

Nathan looked at the furious T-Rex and gave him a small smile. "You're misunderstanding me. Not two

million. Just two. Two bucks."

"You've gone to a lot of effort to acquire both authentic and counterfeit shards to scam my father-in-

law."

"So I will reward you for your effort and I'll be happy to pay you two bucks."

T-Rex was both outraged and dumbfounded.Is he an actual idiot or does he think Thomas Dunn can

protect him?

T-Rex recalled Mr. Zabinski's orders and sneered at Nathan. "If you wish to die, Nathan, I'm happy to

comply."

"Break their limbs!" ordered T-Rex.

The bodyguards immediately jumped into action at his command.

T-Rex had spent a small fortune hiring those bodyguards. They were highly trained and were vastly

different from the average muscleman.

Any one of them was equal to ten men.

They were like a pack of wolves with murderous intent as they inched towards Nathan and Thomas.

They looked like they could finish the pair off within seconds.

Yet Nathan just sat there in his chair looking completely unfazed. "Enough!" he snorted.

He slammed his palm onto the coffee table before him, and the coffee table, which was made out of

tempered glass, shattered into smithereens.

Nathan waved his arm and the shattered glass flung themselves towards the advancing bodyguards.

Horrific screams filled the room instantaneously.

The highly-trained bodyguards collapsed onto the ground as they had just run into a shower of bullets.

The few that hadn't been injured were deftly neutralized by Thomas even before they could get close to

Nathan.

What?

Fear and bewilderment filled T-Rex's eyes.

These bodyguards were so skilled that they had always ensured his safety, even when they were

facing off against hundreds of men.

And yet today, they were taken down by Nathan in just one move.

While T-Rex was still in shock, Nathan stood up and fixed the cuffs of his shirt slowly.

His cold gaze fell on T-Rex. "So, do you have anything else to say regarding the compensation?"

Cold sweat broke out all over T-Rex's body as he trembled, "No, no. We're good.

There's no need for compensation. No need at all!"

He had just finished his sentence when the stocky Thomas came up to him and slapped him hard twice

on his face.

T-Rex's face swelled up and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Thomas snapped, "Who do you think you are? You can't ask for anything that Mr. Cross doesn't wish to

give you. And you can't reject whatever he intends to give you."

Thomas opened his wallet, took out two bucks, and threw it on the ground. "Take it!"

By then, T-Rex was already a whimpering blob. He bent down and picked up the money carefully as he

looked at Nathan with fear in his eyes.

Nathan said calmly, "I'm an easy person to talk to. If someone has something to say to me, they can

say it to my face. But of course, they should do it nicely, or I'll think they're trying to provoke me!"

T-Rex quivered, "Yes, yes!" "Now answer me. Why did you con my family? Who instructed you to do

so?" asked Nathan coldly.

T-Rex intended to lie but stopped himself when he saw the iciness in Nathan's eyes.

T-Rex was a ruthless man who had seen his fair share of cruelty.

However, the moment he locked eyes with Nathan, it felt as if he were struck by lightning. His heart

thumped heavily and fear took over his senses.

It was a fear that chilled him to the bones, just like how a small helpless animal ran into the mighty King

of the jungle.

T-Rex realized that he dared not lie. He whispered with difficulty, "It's...it's Mr. Zabinski who instructed

me to do so."