Salute To The General
Chapter 2235

"How much does he owe you?" Nathan asked the triangular-eyed man indifferently.

In response, the man sized Nathan up and sneered, "Why do you care? Are you a friend of this cripple here? Is that why you want to help him repay his debt? Fine by me. He owes me three hundred thousand. Now, pay up!"

Amos' face immediately hardened when he heard the triangular-eyed man. "Rattlesnake, that's not what we agreed to. I only borrowed thirty thousand from you because my girlfriend needed the money for her surgery. And I've been paying you back in installments, so how is it that I owe you three hundred thousand? That's ten times the amount you lent me!"

The triangular-eyed man named Rattlesnake chuckled as if Amos had just told him a joke. "Come on, please don't joke. It's not like you don't know that I do this for a living. I told you that I'd charge you interest when you borrowed money from me. As time went by, thirty thousand snowballed into three hundred thousand. That's normal."

"Fine. One way or another, I'll figure something out to get you your money. But I don't have it today, so can you please come back another day? For the sake of my friends," pleaded Amos, gritting his teeth. When Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight saw how Amos responded, they could not help but furrow their eyebrows.

Back in the day, Amos was one of the most fearsome men in the army, so they did not

expect that the man would lose his edge in just three years. They sighed to themselves when they witnessed how helpless the veteran had become.

Rattlesnake's face instantly turned grim when he heard that Nathan and the others had no intention of paying him.

Upset, the man then spat on Amos' worn leather shoes and cursed, "Da*n you people! You made me think that you were ready to help this cripple pay his debt. Just why the heck would you ask me how much he owes when you have no intention of paying?"

However, since Rattlesnake could see how well-built Nathan and the others were, he dared not to do anything rashly.

He turned around and was about to leave with

his men after ranting but Nathan voiced, "Wait!" "What now?" questioned Rattlesnake as he gave the man an impatient look. Amos knew what Nathan had in mind then, so he quickly whispered to the man, "Just let them go. You don't have to do this." "Don't worry. I have the situation under control," assured Nathan confidently.

When Amos left the army, Nathan just so happened to be promoted to the Commander-In-Chief of the North Army. That was why he held Nathan in high regard and decided to let the man be. Rattlesnake knew he did not like Nathan the moment he first saw the man, and Amos'

words only served to add fuel to the fire.

"Let us go? Who do you take me for? Let me give you a piece of advice, boy. If I were you, I wouldn't mess with me," threatened Rattlesnake while glaring at Nathan.

"I have but only a simple request. All I want you to do is get on your knees and lick your spit off my friend's shoes before apologizing to him," explained Nathan calmly.

"What did you say? You want me to clean his shoes with my tongue and apologize too? Somebody, please take this boy to a doctor because he must've sustained a serious head injury somehow." With that, Rattlesnake approached Nathan and tried to poke the man's chest with his finger.

However, before Rattlesnake could even touch him, Nathan swiftly grabbed the man's finger and twisted it violently.

Rattlesnake did not even realize what had happened until he felt the sharp pain.

Before Rattlesnake could cry out in agony, Nathan pushed the man's finger even farther and broke his right wrist as well.

Like a pig getting slaughtered, Rattlesnake wailed at the top of his lungs.

"Mr. Rattlesnake, are you okay?" inquired the man's lackeys concernedly after they quickly rushed over to him.

Holding his injured right hand, Rattlesnake feared up because of the awful pain. "What are you idiots waiting for? Get him now! I want him dead!" roared the man.

"Get him!" As commanded, the hooligans charged at Nathan, but none could even get close to him because Colin and the Elite Eight had stepped up to them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Colin and the others were so swift and precise that it did not take long before the hooligans were lying in a pool of blood.

In the end, none of Rattlesnake's men had a single functional limb amongthem.