Salute To The General
Chapter 1538 Do Not Disappoint Me

Chapter 1538 Do Not Disappoint Me

Struck speechless by Nathan's words, the furious Rohan could only gape soundlessly while his faceturned even redder.

Furiously, Rohan turned the facts over in his head. Nathan was the General of the North, that muchwas indisputable. And now, if Nathan still recognized Ava as a standing member of the North Army,Rohan had no power to arrest Ava even if she had actually committed the crime in question.

All branches of military had their own disciplinary departments to oversee any incidents personally.It was truly none of his business.

Nathan glanced dismissively at Rohan. "I know Boris Tucker ordered you here to capture Ava. Goback and tell him to come personally if he wants her. I have a score to settle with him in themeantime."

"Now get out of my sight!" Nathan said, walking away before Rohan could say a single word.

Rohan's already flushed face turned into an ugly shade of purple.

He did not expect Nathan to burn all his bridges with Mr. Tucker so completely just for the sake ofone of his subordinates.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Rohan turned to leave. His position, as highly-ranked as it was, wasstill not one that could compete with Nathan's and his legal standing to arrest Ava was nothing but afever dream. Disgraced and beaten, he could only retreat empty-handed with his subordinates.

As she watched Rohan and his men slink away with tails between their legs, Ava finally turned toface Nathan, and unable to restrain her words any longer, she said, "General, I murdered SpencerTucker and it's no surprise that his father wants me in revenge— but you could've just handed meover to them! You didn't have to offend Mr. Tucker any further—"

"Do I," Nathan said slowly, "look like someone easily intimidated by Boris Tucker?"

Ava bowed her head, shocked into silence.

Nathan regarded his men— Colin, the Elite Eight and so many others that had fought and servedwith him unquestioningly, "You all are my men, my soldiers. Nobody can touch a single hair on yourheads without my permission."

Touched to the core, Ava, Colin and all of Nathan's other allies looked at Nathan with an emotionalgaze.

They all knew that within the North Army, the General was strict but just, and he gave out bothpunishments and rewards in all fairness.

But to all outsiders, the General was very protective of his men and stood with them no matter whatthe circumstances.

And this was why the countless soldiers of the North Army decided long ago that they would gladlyfollow the General into hell and high waters, serving him no matter what the costs. He was loyal tothem- so of course they would be nothing but loyal to him in return.

In fact, Nathan lived by this simple code as well.

The way he saw it, the only way to be a capable leader was to capture both the hearts and minds ofhis men.

This line of reasoning was not without its logic. It was age-old advice— pamper your soldiers andspoil your generals.

He knew that if he did not do anything to inspire loyalty in his men- if he did not extend them thesimple courtesy of protecting them as he would a loyal friend-he would not have any loyalty given to

him either when they went to war. On a battlefield, bravery was a coveted asset but loyalty waspriceless.

Nathan's gaze fell on Ava and his voice was that of deadly steel. "Besides, Spencer Tucker hired anassassin to kill me. I haven't gotten even with his father for that yet either."

"Spencer Tucker has only himself to blame for his own death," Nathan continued. "But trust me,even if Boris Tucker comes after you, Ava, I will protect you to the very end. I can promise you thatmuch."

"However, you still have a lot to atone for," Nathan said warningly. "I expect you to honor yoursecond chance and redeem yourself. Don't let me down."

For a moment, the shadow of the old Ava could be seen when she snapped a sharp salute toNathan. Her voice was loud and clear as she said, "Yes, General!”

Boris Tucker's Study, Tucker Mansion.

If there was one thing Boris Tucker valued more than dignified elegance, it was power. Clad in anexpensive tailored gray suit jacket, Boris Tucker frowned as he listened to Rohan's report of hisencounter with Nathan Cross.

He said slowly, "My beloved son is dead. His body has just been returned from Japan and is stilllying at the funeral parlor without a proper funeral. And yet now you are telling me that not only doesNathan

Cross refuse to hand over the murderer, but is also going to great lengths to protect her?"

Rohan dipped his head in shame. His voice was a subdued whisper. "Cross is taking full advantageof his influential position as the General of the North, sir. He didn't just disgrace me publicly, but..."Rohan hesitated, trailing off.

"But?" Boris prompted in a silky voice.

Looking as nervous as he had ever been since the start of his report, Rohan said, "He challengedyou, sir. He demanded that you meet him personally if you wants the murderer. He also said he hasa score to settle with you."

Rohan cringed as a loud crack shattered the tranquil silence of the study room.

Boris slammed his palms onto the surface of his desk, breathing heavily. His outrage bled into hisnormally cultured tone.

"Preposterous!" "So, the insolent brat thinks that being General of the North means that he canignore any law he likes?" Boris seethed, "Does the authority of the Great Cabinet mean nothing tohim?"

Rohan said nothing and kept his head low. Truth be told, whether Nathan submitted to the authorityof the Great Cabinet or not remained a mystery, but it was blatantly obvious that Nathan did not givea damn about Boris Tucker.

A moment later, Boris collected himself. The raving and outraged old man was an image of the pastand Boris Tucker was once again a picture of elegant and dignified calm.

He said, "If Nathan Cross requires my personal visit to hand over the murderer and settle our oldscore, so be it."

"Arrange a meeting place for us," Boris ordered in clipped tones. "And send someone to informNathan Cross. Tell him I will holding a dinner to welcome him back to Brimmopolis and we can talkover dinner."

Boris steepled his fingers together while a calculating look crossed his face. "I would like to see if hestill refuses to hand over that criminal by then."

A smile that was sharp as any knife blossomed across his face. "And then, we'll see if he truly hasany debts to settle with me."

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