Salute To The General
Chapter 2703

A huge crowd was gathered at The Great Common Hall in Brimmopolis that day.

Representatives from various industries and walks of life were all there.

That aside, there were also countless journalists with cameras at the ready. They all wanted to capture the best angles and pictures for their news report, witnessing the inauguration of the new president, Nathan.

At that moment, Fate was in an exquisite suit, sitting elegantly in the VIP section for foreign guests. He had been waiting for the ceremony to begin and for Nathan to appear with a half-smile on his face.

The assassins from the eight countries he had bought with him this time had taken on a myriad of identities. They had either infiltrated into the ranks of the foreign guests or masqueraded as foreign journalists and hid among the journalists like a pack of wolves lying in wait for their target to appear before striking a fatal blow.

He swept his gaze around the hall, furtively doing a headcount of his assassin team.

He ascertained that most of the team had taken their positions and were ready to make a move, with the exception of Nine Lights and Mido Swordman. There was no sign of them.

His brows knitted together imperceptibly.

The two men were the best fighters in the Dragon Slayer Team, but they were also the most difficult to keep in line.

By then, the inauguration ceremony was moments away from commencing.

Yet, the two of them still hadn't made an appearance.

Displeasure inundated Fate.

At that precise moment, a subordinate beside him whispered, "Boss, Nine Lights and Mido Swordman haven't made an appearance. I wonder if they've sneaked in successfully." "While they are quite capable, we can still accomplish our mission without them. Just stick with the plan," Fate replied placidly.

"Understood!" the subordinate answered.

Just then, a burst of applause rang out in the hall.

A robust middle-aged man in a white shirt and black suit pants, complete with a gray jacket, was walking up the stage with steady steps.

That was none other than the Cabinet secretary, Zion Lucas.

Standing before the microphone with his back straight, Zion lifted his hand and saluted everyone smilingly.

Then, he started with a casual smile, "Good morning, fellow friends, venerated guests, esteemed journalists, and everyone else in front of the television. As you all know, we have recently selected the new president. Today is the day Mr. Nathan Cross transitions from being the acting president to taking office as the President officially. Let's all witness this historical moment together!"

As his words fell, the audience broke out in thunderous applause.

Zion watched while they cheered for a long time before he lifted his hand to request silence. Beaming, he announced, "I now declare the official commencement of the inauguration ceremony of the new president!"

In a flash, the lights in the hall went dim.

The audience exclaimed softly.

On the heels of that, the huge screen behind the podium abruptly lit up.

The picture of the office in the White House was projected on the screen.

In the solemn President's office, Nathan was sitting on the chair ramrod straight in a white shirt, black suit pants, and black suit jacket.

When the crowd saw the man on the screen, they couldn't help cheering once more. On the screen, Nathan could be seen getting to his feet and straightening his clothes before walking out steadily.

No sooner had he reached the office door than two brightly dressed White House guards lifted their hands and saluted him. At the same time, the office door opened slowly.

Following that, Nathan strode out with his head held high.

By the door to the President's office stood two orderly rows of soldiers from Felidae Battalion, armed with guns and live ammunition.

When the soldiers spotted Nathan coming out, they snapped to attention and saluted him in unison.

Nathan forged ahead with determined steps, all the way from the office to the main gates of the White House.

Other than the soldiers standing sentry outside the gates, there was also a black sedan.

The instant Colin saw Nathan coming out, he quickly went forward.

Bending a fraction, he opened the car door.

Nathan got into the car and sat in the backseat of the sedan.

Colin then climbed into the car and drove personally.

When the sedan gradually started moving, a slew of black Audis promptly appeared in the vicinity. All of them were trailing behind the sedan.

At the same time, eighteen generals on horseback showed up. They were none other than the renowned Eighteen Riders of the North.

Riding Luster, their leader of the Eighteen Riders of the North-Jack-led the other seventeen members to clear the way for the convoy.

Apart from that, traffic police were stationed at every intersection to maintain order.

In The Great Common Hall, the tens of thousands of people were entirely silent. Everyone was watching excitedly as the President's convoy headed toward the venue on the screen. They were all awaiting their president's arrival.

Half an hour later, the convoy finally arrived at the hall entrance and stopped there.

In military uniform, Sage was standing at the entrance majestically with a legion of soldiers from the Felidae Battalion nearby.

When Colin opened the car door, Nathan alighted from the car unhurriedly.

"Attention!" Sage boomed.

Whoosh!

The hundreds of soldiers there saluted in unison.

At the same time, a solemn and atmospheric song played in The Great Common Hall.

Nathan headed toward the entrance sedately in his black leather shoes and head held high.

The two soldiers at the entrance slowly opened the golden doors, upon which Nathan marched in.

There were tens of thousands of people present. All eyes went to the hall entrance. Immediately afterward, resounding applause split the air. The clapping was so loud to the point that the roof of the hall might even cave in.