Salute To The General
Chapter 1952

Chapter 1952

The guests eyed the kneeling Smiths uneasily.

Sean Smith and his sons, Samuel and Paul, along with a few other members of the family, were deeply humiliated and their expression showed it.

Worst of all was Sean. His grandson-in-law came to his mind. After being stripped of his title, it is uncertain that he would be able to achieve his past glory again.

And the Goldsteins. They are the rulers of Brimmopolis. Their patriarch, Mighty Rex, was famed throughout the country

Anxious not to offend the Goldsteins, Sean attended the banquet when he received his invitation.

Unexpectedly, Sherman ordered for the Smiths to be beaten and forced them to change into mourning attire. The shame was then intensified by having them kneel and mourn for someone who belonged to another family.

Sean was advanced in age. Being a respected elder in Channing, it was ludicrous that he had to mourn for a young man.

He almost fainted in anger.

"Don't push it too far," Samuel warned, full of hatred. "When my nephew gets here, you'll regret it."

"That's right," Paul shouted in agreement. "This slight will not go unpunished."

The promise was echoed by the rest of the Smiths.

"I don't think you fellows truly understand what's going on here." Sherman chuckled.

"Nathan can't even save himself. How do you expect him to save you?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually looking forward to his arrival."

As soon as he said that, a shout came from outside.

Every head flicked towards the door.

A few bodyguards with bloodied and battered faces ran in.

"Mr. Lauf, Mr. Goldstein, someone is barging in."

The two of them exchanged glances with Pathol and his men.

Is it true that Nathan is here? Everybody thought to themselves.

A tall man with a beard entered, closely followed by his men.

Sherman stared at him and frowned. "Is this Nathan Cross?"

Aron shook his head. "No, this is the King of the Underworld. His name is Thomas Dunn."

"I see. Nathan sent his minion to do his dirty work to wipe out my family."

Thomas Dunn's men approached.

Thomas saw the Smiths on their knees and was outraged.

"Mr. Smith, why are you kneeling on the floor?

Please stand up, sir." He stretched out his arm to help Sean to his feet.

"I did not give him permission to

rise," came Sherman's cold vet

"Anyone who stands up will

their legs broken."

"And whoever helps them to their feet will have their hands broken."

Thomas froze with his hands still outstretched.

He stared at Shermanss

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"I am going to help him up. Let me see which one of you is daring enough to break my arms." He stretched his arm again.

A cold voice came from his side. "If you do, I will not only break your arms, I will beat you to death."

Morgoth emerged from the midst of

Sherman's men. Purple bearded and blue-eyed, he looked hideous and

menacing. He stepped out to

threaten Thomas, without an

expression on his face.

"Very well," Thomas thundered. I will kill you first, and then help Mr. Smith up."

"Come," Morgoth sneered.