Salute To The General
Chapter 2216

Then, he saw Colin coming over to him angrily. "W-What do you want?" he stammered fearfully. "I'm the Blackwell clan's young master. My father is Carlton of the Blackwell clan. If you hurt me, my father will hear of this!"

Colin ignored that threat and gave Ezra one tight slap. It made Ezra's cheek swell, and blood trickled down his chin. He was petrified, but Colin continued coolly, "Even your father has to kneel before Mr. Cross Your threats are nothing. Now kneel!"

Colin held down Ezra's shoulder and forced him to kneel on the ground. "Men, give him a hundred slaps." "Yes, Captain!" One of the Elite Eight came up

to Ezra and slapped him until the kid was bleeding all over his face. He couldn't say anything anymore and was only barely hanging on in the end.

Colin issued a command coldly, "Get someone to take him back to the Blackwell clan's division. Tell them to keep their young master in check, or he will not get off with only a hundred slaps the next time." The Elite Eight answered, "Yes, Sir!"

Back in the Hall of Loyalty of the Blackwell clan's division in the South, some operations managers were having tea with Easton as they waited for Ezra's news.

They thought it would be great news, but on the contrary, what they received was a nightmare. Ezra and his men were sent back,

but all of them were bloodied and dying.

Easton was shocked about the outcome, and all the operations managers were petrified as well.

"What happened?" the operations managers asked angrily.

One of the subordinates answered weakly, "The young master tried to take Nathan and Penny back, but all of us got beaten up by Nathan's men. He even sent someone to warn us. He wants the management to keep us in check, or we won't escape with such a light punishment the next time."

The operations managers were furious after hearing that. "How arrogant! How dare they? Quick, summon the Marshal. Tell him that the young master is injured, and we need him to make a decision on this matter?

The Blackwell clan's hierarchy system was strict. The Master had the most power, and they were the leader of all divisions. All the division masters were called Marshals, and the division in the South was one of the strongest divisions in the Blackwell clan..

The men who were the pillars of this division were Randall and Klaus. Randall loved Ancient Arts. Even though he had already attained Grandmaster rank among the Ancient Warriors, he still kept up his training so he could get better.

The operations manager led the disciples to a room in the backyard, and they knelt before it. "Marshal, we implore you, please come out of your training."

A deafening silence fell upon them, and a while later, an old voice asked calmly, "Why are you disturbing my training?"

One of the operations managers said, "Mr. Jawson, someone humiliated us, and nobody can do anything about it, so we have to come to you for help."

Randall asked, "Someone humiliated the clan? That is an absurd joke if I've ever heard one.

Tell me all about the details of this 'humiliation'."

The operations managers told Randall about how Nathan killed Destructo and Annihilator, then about how Nathan injured Ezra just because he wanted an explanation from Nathan. Of course, the whole story was embellished so the Blackwell clan would look like the victim in the situation.

In the end, the disciples said, "Mr. Jawson, we implore you, please come out of yourtraining and seek out justice for us."

A moment of silence later, Randall said, "Have we been too quiet now? Does everyone think they can do whatever they want to us? Send someone to tell Nathan that I want to see him. If he does not wish to drag his family into this, then he must come and beg for forgiveness."

The disciples were excited to hear that, and they replied loudly, "Yes, Sir!"