Salute To The General
Chapter 151 Not To Set Foot Inside Channing Ever Again

Chapter 151 Not To Set Foot Inside Channing Ever Again

Very quickly, Jon Xander prepared thirty million in cash. The bank notes filled nine briefcases to the

brim.

Scar headed out with nine skilled subordinates at night carrying the nine briefcases along. They arrived

at the top floor of Cloud Palace in Channing to meet Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn.

Cloud Palace was undergoing some renovations and didn't accept any customers for now.

Scar walked into the restaurant with his nine subordinates.

Nathan Cross was enjoying a steak at a table by the window.

Meanwhile, Thomas Dunn stood politely next to Nathan.

Big Skull and his group of thugs lay on the floor, motionless and on the brink of death, with Jack and a

group of men watching over them.

Scar walked over but was quickly halted by

Jack before he could even go near Nathan.

Jack used a weapon detector on Scar and each of his men, allowing them to proceed only after making

sure they were unarmed.

Scar narrowed his eyes as he arrived before Nathan. Tve brought the money you asked for, Nathan

Cross."

Nathan smiled faintly. "Congratulations on making the right decision. You may now leave with your

group of handicapped men. But when I say ‘leave', I mean you must get out of Channing."

He was telling Jon Xander that they were never to set foot inside Channing again.

Scar narrowed his eyes. "And if my boss refuses?"

"This is your only chance to live," Nathan said casually. "If you don't walk away now, you'll remain here

forever."

Scar's eyes glinted. "Not if I kill you first! Men, attack!"

The moment Scar's words fell, the nine subordinates behind him tossed the briefcases they held in the

air.

The briefcases opened up, sending countless banknotes flying in the air.

Inside each case was a dagger, which now began to fall to the ground alongside the banknotes.

The nine subordinates swiftly grabbed the daggers and charged toward Nathan.

"Protect Mr. Cross!" Thomas Dunn roared.

He held three men back, but the remaining six continued to charge at Nathan. Six sharp daggers

reached for the man's throat at the same time.

"Such insolence!" Nathan remarked disdainfully while eating his steak.

With that, he swiped at them with the knife in his hand.

Slash!

With a flash of light, six hands fell to the ground.

The six killers who charged at Nathan wailed in pain and backed away at the same time.

Nathan had gotten rid of six enemies with just one move, but Scar had already taken the opportunity to

attack.

He directed a punch at Nathan while running toward him.

When he clenched his fist, the bones of his hand made a crackling noise. It sounded rather frightening.

Nathan narrowed his eyes while gazing at Scar amidst the crackling sounds.

"It's the Firecracker," he said with astonishment. "By exerting one's power, every joint in the body

makes a crackling noise, just like that of a firecracker. It's said that one's strength intensifies with every

crackling noise, and the results are endless... This move is a fancy one!”

The moment Nathan finished speaking, he raised an arm and directed his own fist against Scar's.

Bam!

A loud noise was heard, but Nathan remained unmoving.

On the other hand, Scar yelled in pain as all the bones in his right arm shattered. He staggered

backwards and slumped to the floor with an expression full of pain.

He gazed at Nathan in bewilderment.I've never met an opponent as frightening as Nathan Cross.

Gazing back at Scar, Nathan's focus shifted to an eagle tattoo on the back of the man's hand. "You've

just been given another chance to live because of your origins."

Scar's eyes widened. He was once the leader of the Eagle Special Forces, but had been forced to

retire after committing a serious offence.

He then began working for Jon Xander to make ends meet.

But he was taken aback by how Nathan knew his background just by glancing at the mark on his hand!

He stared at Nathan in shock.This guy must be a military ace.

The sight of Nathan stirred the memory of a brave warrior's silhouette to appear in Scar's mind.

The image became increasingly vivid and the silhouette eventually matched that of Nathan Cross'

completely.

Scar's pupil enlarged as he said with a quiver, "Y-You're—"