Salute To The General
Chapter 2218

Alberesque, the South.

Randall was sitting arrogantly in a wooden armchair in the Hall of Loyalty. His eyes were closed, though nobody knew if he was sleeping or just resting his eyes.

Sitting on his left was Ezra, who was still bruised all over, while Easton was on his right, still in a wheelchair. Ten operation managers sat around the table, and countless Blackwell clan fighters were standing at ease in the hall.

More disciples were in the outer yard, and they were in their training clothes as well. At the very least, a thousand disciples were gathered in the division as they awaited Nathan's arrival and his plea for forgiveness.

The moon was starting to climb higher into the sky, but Nathan was still nowhere to be seen, and the disciples broke out into a whisper.

"It's getting late. Why isn't he here yet?"

"Well, look at us. We're powerful, and the numbers are on our side. He probably won't even show up."

"Guess so. Everyone's scared of our clan. After that oaf injured our young master, he must have gone around to replace out more about us. He must be scared out of his mind now. That's why he isn't showing up." Just when they were starting to discuss even further, an usher announced, "Nathan has arrived!"

Everyone in the Hall of Loyalty was shocked.

They could not believe that Nathan would actually come.

Easton and Ezra were especially excited. They wanted to kill Nathan right away, and his arrival was the best thing they could hope for. Even Randall opened his eyes, and he seemed surprised to hearthat Nathan actually came.

Randall and everyone else watched as Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight strode in calmly.

Contrary to them, all the people in the division were glaring at Nathan.

Most people would be terrified by the glares alone, but Nathan faced them calmly. He kept walking ahead, as if the place was nothing more than his own garden.

A short while later, Nathan and his team came to the Hall of Loyalty.

Randall squinted at Nathan as he tried to size the man up. He, Ezra, Easton, and all the operations managers were sitting as if they were evaluating a criminal. When Colin realized that, he sneered in contempt, then he suddenly held a manager up by the collar and tossed him out of the hall.

The manager fell facefirst into the ground. Everyone was enraged, but Colin ignored them. He took the chair the manager sat in and wiped it with his handkerchief before asking Nathan to take a seat. Nathan smiled at him and sat down, then he turned his gaze to Randall.

Randall frowned. "I take it that you are Nathan?"

Nathan did not answer. Instead, he asked, "And

I presume that you must be Randall?

Randall answered proudly, "That is correct."

An operations manager called Donatello stood up and chided Nathan, "How dare you sit in the presence of our Marshal? Kneel and beg for his forgiveness now!"

Nathan smiled at Randall. "I have met plenty of generals and marshals. And I have killed a lot of them as well. What makes you think an oaf like you can be a marshal? If you can be a marshal, then I can be god."

Randall frowned again. "That is just a title within the clan. It is not military in the traditional sense. It has existed for a thousand years. There is no need to equate the title with the military one. I might be an oaf, but you are no longer Commander-In-Chief of the North Army. What you have is just a title in name only. You are nothing to me.

"It would be wise if you kneel right now and beg for forgiveness. I might consider giving you just a light punishment."

Randall had his reasons to make those demands. After a thousand years of existence, the Blackwell clan has managed to influence a lot of the nation's aspects. During the peak of their rule, the Master would be invited as a guest for the National Day's military parade.

The Blackwell clan's influence was no longer limited to feuds and the underground world. They had friends in both the political and military fields. That was why Randall didn't think a has-been like Nathan would be a threat.

Nathan smiled. "I see. Then I can make my demands too. From now on, your division leaders may no longer call themselves Marshals, and you have to tighten your management. Your disciples are not allowed to cause any trouble. And you, Randall, must apologize for what you said to me."

Randall replied coldly, "And what if I refuse?"

Nathan answered calmly, "Then I shall flatten this place tonight."