Salute To The General
Chapter 1858

Chapter 1858

With a grim face, Thomas stepped forward and reached out to open the gift box.

The second he caught a glimpse of the item in the box, his expression changed.

"How dare you send such a thing as a birthday gift to Mr. Cross! You're signing your own death warrant!" Thomas threw a punch and sent Toby's subordinate flying.

The gift box fell onto the floor with a thud, and a white shroud came into view in front of everyone.

Nathan received graveclothes as his birthday gift!

Penny and her family trembled with rage, while the guests glowered at them.

Nevertheless, Toby seemed smug and laughed aloud. “Haha. Nathan, how do you replace this gift?"

Glancing at the "present" on the floor, Nathan said calmly, "I don't want to get angry in front of all my guests during my birthday, but you've successfully provoked me. I'm giving you one more chance: tell me honestly who sent you here and kneel outside the door until the banquet ends."

Hearing his words, Toby sniggered and said to those subordinates beside him, “Haha. Did he just ask me to kneel and apologize to him? Does he think that he's still the General of the North?"

His subordinates couldn't help but burst out laughing.

With a superficial smile, Toby said defiantly,

"What can you do if I don't do as you said?" "If you brush aside the chance I gave you, I'll get someone to help you wear this gift," Nathan replied impassively.

What? Put on the shroud for me?

Toby's expression fell, but after a few seconds he pulled himself together.

His eyes flicked between Nathan and Thomas as he scoffed, "I would've believed you if you're still the General of the North. But now you're just an ordinary man and you've offended Mr. Davier as well. Many say that you're currently in dire straits. How are you going to stand against me? Are you going to depend on Thomas?"

He let out a burst of sardonic laughter. "I have a hundred men behind me and a few hundred more outside. I'm standing right here; give it a try if you dare."

While speaking, Toby even tilted his head to show his cheek to Nathan with a haughty look.

Is he asking me to give it a try? I'll do it then.

Lifting his hand, Nathan gave the man a tight slap on his face.

Toby came prepared. He even brought along a few hundred capable subordinates.

Besides, he was now in charge of

Ret

the underworld in the South while Thomas was merely the head of Channing's underworld. Now that Nathan had lost his position and power. Toby was convinced that the former certainly wouldn't have the nerve to fight against him even with

Thomas' help.

Never in his wildest dream did he expect Nathan to really hit him.

Nathan's movement was so fast that he could only watch the man's palm enlarging and getting closer to his face. Slap!

He felt as though a deafening thunder just roared right beside his ear.

Toby spat out a mouthful of blot

and a broken tooth. Nathan's

forceful slap sent him flying across the dining hall and slamming against the wall heavily.

Web-like cracks appeared on the wall. His body slid down against the wall onto

e floor gradually, leaving

a vertical trail of blood.

Everyone present watched with horror at the gruesome scene.

Petrified, Toby's subordinates backed away in fear.

Nathan's strength and skills were undeniably terrifying.

Casting an aloof glance at Toby's dead body, Nathan instructed coldly, "Wear it for him."

Everyone's expressions seemed a little odd after hearing Nathan's words.

Right then, a round of applause sounded.

The guests turned their heads around in unison.

At the entrance, Zachery Hackett sauntered in as he clapped. The Twelve Windstorm Riders followed closely behind him. Zachery gazed at Nathan with a half-smile. "It's been a while, Nathan. You're still as skillful as

ever.