Salute To The General
Chapter 1365 The Langers Family

Chapter 1365 The Langers Family

The ferry sailed at a moderate pace towards Bossania City. They were currently about tenkilometers away from the city.

Completely immersed in past memories of Wyatt and him, Nathan sat by the ship's bow as hedowned bottle after bottle of alcohol.

After a while, he sighed, "If only you were still here, old friend!"

All of a sudden, the peace and quiet were interrupted by a horrible din.

It turned out that a Pitbull had bitten on to an old man's trousers and was now desperately trying totear off a piece of fabric.

The old man had collapsed onto the floor with fright. Frantically trying to kick the dog away, he cried,"Who's dog is this? Get it off me..."

The other tourists kept their distance as they watched the scene unfold with horror.

A young man in a mink coat with a rather pretty girl in his arms seemed to be the owner of this dog.

However, at that moment, he was having quite a laugh with his subordinates and showed nointentions of calling his dog off.

The dog had its jaws on the left side of the old man's pants. And in his haste to get rid of the dog,the old man happened to kick the dog in its nose.

Letting loose an anguished wail, the dog immediately released its jaw and ran away with its tailbetween its legs.

Upon seeing his beloved dog getting kicked in the nose and bleeding as a result, the young manroared, "How dare you harm my dog, old man?"

"Do you have any idea how much this dog costs? A hundred thousand!”

"Your life isn't even as valuable as this dog's! How dare you kick it?"

"Boys, break both his legs!"

Right after he had spoken, the bodyguards behind him immediately stepped forward menacingly tobeat up this old man.

The old man certainly hadn't expected this. Cowering in fear, he put his arms around his head as heprepared for the worst.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The dull whumps of fists hitting flesh accompanied by several cries of pain pierced through the air.

However, the old man didn't feel any pain at all!

Raising his head in confusion, he proceeded to look around to see what had happened.

The old man was greeted with the sight of a tall man with a cold expression on his face standing infront of him. As for the bodyguards of the man in the mink coat, they were all sprawled across thefloor as blood trickled down their faces.

The tall man was none other than Nathan.

As Nathan gazed at the old man, the icy expression in his eyes melted.

Bending over to help the old man up, he asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Holland?"

It turned out that this old man was none other than Wyatt's father - Maurice Holland.

Staring at the man who had just saved him, a surprised expression flashed across his face. "You'reWyatt's friend - Nathan!" he exclaimed.

For the past few years, Nathan had paid a visit to Maurice and his family every year.

However, Nathan had never told the Holland Family about his identity. All he told them was that hehad been a really good friend of Wyatt's.

He had even given the Holland Family a compensation of two million on behalf of the military.

However, this was quickly donated away by Maurice even though he wasn't even that well off, tobegin with. His reason for doing so was that he didn't feel good using the money that had come atthe expense of his son's life.

"It's me, Mr. Holland," Nathan grinned.

Just then, the young man in the mink coat roared, "How dare you hurt my men?”

He, his girlfriend, and their two remaining bodyguards glared at Nathan furiously.

Turning around to look at him, Nathan said coldly, "I would have almost forgotten about you if youhadn't started barking."

"Not only did you set your dog on Mr. Holland, but you also ordered your men to beat him up. Howshould we settle this?"

"You've got balls, punk!" the young man bellowed, "But do you have any idea who I am? My nameis Joe Langer! I come from the Langer Family in Bossania City."

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