Salute To The General
Chapter 2224

The next day, Nathan left for Brimmopolis with Colin and the Elite Eight after bidding goodbye to his family.

Having always kept a low profile, Nathan also chose to go with the public airlines instead of the military's private jet this time.

Yet, unknown to him, the Blackwell clan had ordered their men beforehand to spy on him.

Therefore, news of him making his way to Brimmopolis reached the headquarters of the Blackwell clan and Carlton in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Carlton, Eton exclaimed, "Master, Nathan is on his way here to meet you. He still knows how formidable you are despite being an arrogant guy. I guess he's ready for his deserved punishment." Ezra snickered. "I thought that b*stard would see things through to the end! It turns out he's only but a coward! I can't believe he'd be terrified by Dad's words that he'll hurry over to accept his punishment." Slowly sipping on his tea, Carlton did not make any comments. However, he could not disguise the jubilance within him.

He was smug at how his words had seemed to work and that Nathan was rushing overto Brimmopolis.

Around noon, the flight Nathan boarded safely landed at Metro Brimmopolis Airport.

As Nathan walked out of the airport with Colin

and the Elite Eight, Eton came before them and stopped them in their tracks with a hundred of his subordinates dressed in sturdy clothing.

Eton sneered, "Nathan, we've been waiting for your arrival for a longtime."

Nathan was bewildered. "Who are you?"

Eton stuck his chin out and arrogantly said, "We're from the Blackwell clan. I'm Eton Lucien, and my Master is the head of the Blackwell clan, Carlton Anderson. You've made this trip here to ask for forgiveness right? I'm here to bring you to meet my Master. Follow me."

As he was still speaking, eight black Jeeps came to a halt beside them. Over ten men over six feet tall, dressed in black suits, walked out.

They were the Felidae Battalion of the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor, and they were there to welcome Nathan.

Because Nathan never liked any attention, the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor did not send out the royal procession to welcome his return this round. Instead, they sent sixteen well-suited Felidae Battalion in Jeeps to pick him up in a low-profile manner.

At the sight of the sixteen Felidae Battalion not too far away, Nathan smirked and looked toward Eton and his men. "I'm sorry. I don't have time to meet your Master."

Eton scoffed, "I'm afraid this isn't up to you to decide!"

Nathan chuckled. "If you want me to follow you, you might first have to ask if they agree to

Nathan then raised his finger and pointed toward another angle.

Only then did Eton and the rest notice that there was a line of men in black suits.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at those men in an unfriendly way. "Our Master wants to meet Nathan. I don't care who you guys are. It's best if you all disappear from this place if you know your place. Otherwise, I will view you all as enemies of the Blackwell clan. You should know the consequences of becoming enemies with us."

Eton thought the mention of the Blackwell clan would definitely scare the suited men away.

But what he could not believe was how those men before his eyes, after hearing his words, not only did not have a tinge of fear, they instead gave him a look of contempt. Leading the team of sixteen warriors of the battalion was Aksel Swindell.

With his back straightened, Aksel shot an icy glare at Eton and frigidly said, "We are here to pick Mr. Cross by order. I don't care which clan you belong to. You better scram immediately or don't blame me for taking action."

Eton guffawed as rage built up within him. "Did you say you're going to take action against us? How dare you say that to the people of the Blackwell clan? Come on; I'd like to see what exactly do you intend to do! I promise I won't dodge. Come try to touch me if you dare!"

He could not believe that there were people in Brimmopolis who would act so arrogantly toward the Blackwell clan. In a fit of anger, he propped his chin up in the direction of Aksel.

Seeing that, Aksel lifted the corners of his lips into a smirk. So there are people who asked to be whacked voluntarily!

Seeing the cold look on Aksel's face, Eton felt his heart skip a beat as he could sense that something was off.

But before he could take a step backward, Aksel lifted his hand and swiftly served a tight slap over.

Despite being well-skilled, Eton could not avoid the slap that was as speedy as a lightning strike. Slap!

At once, Eton was sent flying through the air.

Aksel uttered, "It's the first time I've come across someone who would ask to get beaten up."

All of the Blackwell clan disciples' jaws dropped at that sight.

Aksel turned to Nathan and said, "Mr. Cross, please get in the car. We will take care of the matter here."

Nathan laughed. "Very well!"

Finishing that, he left together with Colin and the rest.

Two of Eton's subordinates hurriedly helped

Eton up. He covered his blood-filled left cheek and snarled, "How dare you touch me! It seems like you have guts made of steel! Everybody, let's get him. Take him down, and don't let Nathan escape!"