Salute To The General
Chapter 564 Three Against One

Chapter 564 Three Against One

"Crazy son of a b**ch!" Damon grounded out. "Hook, Mad Bull, Ghost! Attack together! Make him

regret ever being born."

"Charge!"

Hook and Mad Bull were first to pounce on Nathan.

Ghost, on the other hand, was slower to react.

It wasn't because Ghost was less competent than Hook and Mad Bull; it was the exact opposite.

Ghost was the strongest among the Griffins' four generals. He could singlehandedly defeat the other

three if he wanted to.

He didn't want to join forces with Hook and Mad Bull in fighting Nathan, so he had deliberately fallen

back slightly.

"I'll make you bleed!" The razor-sharp sickle on Hook's right arm swiped for Nathan's neck.

Mad Bull had also raised his burly right arm to swing a heavy punch at Nathan, the force and speed of

his clenched fist barreling towards Nathan like a sledgehammer.

The Smiths panicked as they watched from the sidelines, especially Penny, who couldn't help but

scream, "Nathan, watch out!”

Nathan lifted his left hand and grabbed Hook's deadly sickle.

At the same time, he threw out his right fist to meet Mad Bull's incoming one.

Boom!

Nathan and Mad Bull's fists collided.

The bones in Mad Bull's hand instantly shattered, and his entire hand swelled like an inflated balloon.

With a mournful wail, he pulled his hand back and retreated in pain.

Hook was shocked and forcefully yanked back his sickle.

He struggled with everything he had, but couldn't move an inch, much less break free.

Nathan tugged slightly with his left hand, pulling Hook towards him at a high speed. Then, he launched

a flying kick, which landed squarely on Hook's chest.

Thwack!

Hook was sent flying outwards like a broken kite, spurting a trail of blood in his wake.

By the time he landed on the ground, he was already a corpse.

Everyone appeared shell-shocked.

Especially Damon, who had a dumbstruck look on his face.

In a blink of an eye, three of his generals had fallen, either dead or severely maimed.

Nathan Cross isn't someone to be trifled with!

Swoosh!

A dark shadow swept towards Nathan. It was the strongest out of the four generals, Ghost, who had

finally launched his attack.

Ghost moved with the speed of light. One moment he was there, and the next he wasn't. He was

indeed worthy of the name 'Ghost'.

The naked eye wasn't able to catch his movements, nor his shadow. All people could detect was a shift

in the wind as he rushed towards Nathan.

Ghost was a black cloak and a white mask. In his hand was a dull but unusually sharp dagger.

The dagger resembled a snake spitting venom as it swiftly struck out at a tricky and fatal angle towards

Nathan's artery.

Nathan took a small step back, narrowly avoiding Ghost's dagger.

Ghost followed him relentlessly like a phantom shadow, swiping the dagger

again and again.

Nathan only took small steps backward and kept his neck a centimeter away from Ghost's dagger.

And it was exactly because of that centimeter which caused Ghost's dagger to miss its mark again and

again.

Nathan had taken seven small steps backward, rendering Ghost's viper-quick attacks completely futile.

Then, Nathan began to counterattack by snapping his leg out in a powerful kick.

Thwack!

Ghost didn't even get the chance to scream before he was kicked to death by Nathan. Content of

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What?

Damon's jaw went slack, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets as he scanned the

scene before him and wondered: Is this real? Did that just happen?

Ghost was a top assassin who had been trained in a western assassin base since he was a child!

The Griffins had encountered many formidable opponents before, but they never had to worry about

losing because they had Ghost.

Never in a million years did they expect that Ghost would be finished off by a single kick from Nathan

Cross.