Salute To The General
Chapter 2351

Jonneth's hand shook as he reached into his pocket.

His expression changed after he made the call.

Nathan frowned, sensing that something had gone awry.

"Tell your men to bring Thomas to us. No games. If anything happens to him, you will suffer the same fate," Colin warned Jonneth.

Jonneth turned his bruised and battered face to gaze at them. "My men informed me that Mr. Dean had picked Thomas up half an hour ago."

"Mr. Dean?" Nathan repeated. "Who is Mr. Dean?"

Jonneth hesitated.

Nathan's eyes narrowed. "You seem to be keeping a lot of things from me."

He then turned to Colin and ordered, "Make him talk, Colin."

"Yes, General!"

Nathan exited the office and sat on a bench in a corridor while he savored another cigarette.

From within, Jonneth's pleas rose to screams before gradually becoming weaker and more inaudible.

Not long after that, Colin led the Elite Eight out.

""Mr. Cross."

Nathan looked up. "What else have you discovered?"

"Someone set Thomas up," Colin said simply.

"Who did that?" "Derrick Dean," answered Colin. "He comes from Novah Pharmaceutical Company in Ariarica. It appears that he had been sent by Quentin to deal with you." Nathan scowled. "Them again!"

"Derrick has his orders to sabotage you, Mr. Cross. I guess he's heard that you're difficult to attack. Therefore, he came up with a plan to use someone close to you to bring you down." Nathan frowned. "Is that the reason why he has Thomas involved? In an attempt to harm me?"

"It appears so. It turns out that Derrick knew that Thomas frequented Marsingfill of late. Taking advantage of his acquaintance with Jonneth, who owned a large casino in Marsingfill, he laid out the trap into which Thomas would stumble. Thomas' losses in Jonneth's establishment have been exacerbated by Derrick lending him more and more money through Jonneth. Their goal was for Thomas to be so laden with debt until they could use it as leverage to force him to act against you."

"I figured that Thomas wouldn't have become a gambling addict for no reason. So, Thomas has fallen into a trap," Nathan remarked with a grim smile. "Where is he right now?" "According to Jonneth, Derrick had Thomas moved to another location. Derrick must be blackmailing Thomas to accept his terms and act against you."

"Locate his whereabouts as fast as possible," instructed Nathan.

"Understood," Colin replied.

With military efficiency, Nathan's order was conveyed to the entire network of intelligence departments in the country, which in turn mobilized hundreds of expert hackers to accomplish the task.

With the help of satellite surveillance,

Thomas' location was soon determined.

Port Antwyne used to be one of the most popular ports in Marsingfill. In recent times, however, it had fallen into disrepair.

At that moment, Thomas was lying in a puddle of his own blood beneath a swaying yellow lamp in a derelict warehouse.

Derrick, clad in a crisp shirt, sat primly as he observed the man on the ground with five skilled fighters standing guard behind him.

Stationed around the warehouse were several dozen more well-trained mercenaries.

Derrick gazed with amusement down at Thomas who was gasping for air. "Even selling your wife and children won't be enough to free you from your debt, Thomas. Do you think Nathan will forgive you if he replaces out that the billion he had loaned you to pay off your debts has been gambled away? He might even kill you himself after replaceing out that you've lied to him."