Salute To The General
Chapter 2097

Chapter 2097

Seeing that, everyone lost their cool.

Sitting on the couch, Scout was holding a glass of champagne as he uttered, "Do not panic! Those who have expressed their stance to support the Davier family can leave now, whereas those who chose to support Nathan shall stay and endure my wrath along with Nathan."

He cast his eyes at Austin as he spoke.

The latter's face turned pale in an instant.

Hearing Scout's words, the guests quickly scurried out of the club.

Scout's subordinates didn't prevent them from leaving since their targets were Nathan and those from the Windsor family.

Soon, all the guests and the workers of the club left.

Apart from Scout and his thousand elites, only Nathan and Austin and their subordinates remained in the club.

The elites were staring at Nathan viciously, like how a pack of bloodthirsty wolves would at their prey.

A smug smile appeared on Scout's face. "Nathan Cross, you sent your message yesterday, saying that today will be the end of me.

"I'll wait and see how you're going to kill me.

"Seize him!"

The elites charged toward Nathan and his men as soon as Scout gave his order.

In a composed manner, Nathan instructed Colin and the others, "Protect Penny and those from the Windsor family. Leave the rest to me.” After that, he stepped up to face the attacks.

A lanky black wearing nose ring and labret was running toward Nathan with a shamshir in his hand.

The man was Ryker, Scout's right man and also a member of the Fireknight Squad.

With a wicked smile, Ryker's moves were fast as lightning as he raised his shamshir above head level, slashing it toward Nathan.

He was confident that he could cut Nathan's head into half with his speed.

Just as he was about to drive the shamshir into Nathan's skull, the latter grabbed hold of the

blade with his bare hand.

Ryker's eyes widened in shock.

In a panic, he thought of moving the shamshir to slice Nathan's fingers off.

Before he could put his thought into action, a loud and crisp cracking sound rang out.

It turned out that Nathan was tightening his grip around the blade, shattering it into pieces.

The next moment, Nathan kicked swiftly in Ryker's direction.

The moment his kick landed on Ryker's chest, the latter's chest caved in, Ryker was sent flying to the ground while he spat out a mouthful of blood with bits of innards.

With a swing of his hand, Nathan threw the razor-sharp fragments of the blade in the direction of the elites surrounding him. The elites yelped in agony and collapsed onto the ground as though they were hit by bullets fired from a machine gun.

Scout couldn't help but frowned upon seeing this.

It was not without reason that Nathan was crowned Eurasia's God of War. This man sure had formidable combat prowess.

Although Scout could also crash an enemy's blade with his bare hand, he was unsure whether he could do it with such ease as Nathan could.

Anyway, since Nathan was severely outnumbered, Scout believed his subordinates would be able to take him down in no time. Even the king of the jungle must surrender to a pack

of wolves.

Yet, his belief faltered when he saw Nathan charged toward the elites delivering swift and powerful blows as he maneuvered his way through them.

Nathan could take as many enemies down with every move he made.

None of them was a match to Nathan. Wherever he went, his enemies would end up heavily injured, whimpering in pain. Nathan was unstoppable!

A hundred...

Two hundred...

Three hundred...

In no time, more than three hundred of Nathan's enemies were down.