Salute To The General
Chapter 2093

Chapter 2093

The next day, Scout set up a banquet at Islesbury Club, inviting all the powerful and influential figures in Brimmopolis. In the past, he was the most outstanding person amongst the Daviers, known as the Chosen One of the Davier family.

Later, he was demoted to a petty soldier as a punishment for his mistake. He harbored deep resentment and left the country. Now that twenty years had passed, he was no longer the petty soldier.

Not only had he become the national security advisor for a number of countries in the West, he had also built his own security company with tens of thousands of well-equipped mercenaries.

Previously, he left Eurasia after having fallen from grace. Now that he had obtained great achievements, it was time for him to make a grand return. He wanted everyone in the upper-class society to know how successful he was.

Despite showing off his success, the other reason for him organizing this banquet was to kill Nathan before the eyes of Brimopolis's prominent figures.

This would serve as a warning to them not to mess with the Davier family.

Death would be their only outcome for anyone who dared go against the Davier family, and the powerful Nathan was no exception.

The influential figures in Brimmopolis must accept his invitation for the sake of him being a heavy hitter overseas. Apart from that, his identity as Clifford's younger brother was all the more reason for them to treat him with respect.

Hence, all of them arrived at Islesbury Club in time to attend Scout's banquet.

When it was close to noon, the open-air parking lot in front of Islesbury Club was jam-packed with rows of luxury cars.

There were almost a thousand people in the club. In their suits and gowns, these people either came from prominent families or were big shots from the business industry.

They were all chattering in clusters, clinking wine glasses occasionally.

Just then, the voice of the doorman rang out. "Mr. Davier has arrived!"

The guests simultaneously stopped their chatters, turning their gaze to the entrance.

Soon after, they saw Scout in his white suit entering the club. Walking behind him was Mojo and a bunch of stern-looking subordinates.

The guests went over to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Davier!"

"Mr. Davier, you're here!"

Scout was pleased to see the guests treating him with high respect. With a pleasant smile, he returned their greetings while walking toward the stage.

On the makeshift stage, the emcee handed him the microphone.

Casting his eyes over the crowd, Scout smilingly made his speech, "Good afternoon, everyone. As you know, I've left the country for more than twenty years. This time, I've taken the opportunity to hold this banquet so that we can all gather around. Thank you all for coming today."

The guests responded by saying it was their pleasure to be invited to the banquet.

After a short pause, Scout went on, "Actually, apart from wanting to revisit my hometown and meet my old acquaintances, there is another important reason for my return Recently, I heard someone is

bullying the Davier family."

The guests' smiles turned stiff at his words.

They exchanged looks with each other. Some of them already recalled the fight between Nathan and the Davier family.

In a calm voice, Scout uttered, "I believe many of you could already guess that I was referring to

Nathan Cross. This time, I'm back to kill Nathan for bullying the Davier family."

The guests were shocked upon hearing his words.

At the same time, they didn't understand why Scout was telling them all this. After all, they had nothing to do with the conflict between Nathan and the Davier family.

Having noticed their confusion, Scout cut to the chase by saying, "All of you here represent the whole upper-class society of Brimmopolis. Who will you choose to support, me or Nathan Cross? Please take a stance."

The guests now understood that the Davier family wanted them to take a side in this matter.

At that moment, many of them regretted having attended the banquet.

This was a hard decision to make; choosing either side would mean offending the other.

Gazing at the crowd who are

exchanging whispers, Scout sneered, "The Daviers have always treated their friends sincerely, but we will not show mercy to our enemies. Now it is up to you to choose if you want to be our friend ofour enemy.