Salute To The General
Chapter 636 A Few Thousand Miles

Chapter 636 A Few Thousand Miles

Nathan glanced at the rearview mirror and his lips upturned slightly.

Penny and Queenie were sound asleep in the car.

It turned out that the two got carsick easily and took some medication. Hence, they became drowsy

and hugged each other to sleep.

However, Kylie was still wide awake!

The car drove for another few miles down the road.

All of a sudden, there was a large coffin in the middle of the road which blocked their way.

The Hongqi sedan and the three Jeeps had no choice but to stop.

Instantly, Kylie turned anxious and asked softly, "Nathan, what's going on? There's a coffin in the

middle of the road. It looks so scary!"

Nathan glanced once more at his wife and daughter who were sound asleep. With a smile on his face,

he told Kylie, "This Hongqi sedan is completely bulletproof. It could even go through a minefield and

withstand an attack by a rocket. This is just a coffin, what's there to be afraid of?"

However, Kylie was obviously still anxious as she asked, "Nathan, could this be the Quetzalcoatl from

the East, Tyson Brown? Is he trying to take revenge on us?"

Unfazed, Nathan said, "Don't worry too much. Stay together with your cousin and Queenie and don't

wake them up. I don't wish for them to be frightened."

Kylie pouted and agreed, "I got it!”

Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight got down from their cars.

At that very moment, a large group of people swarmed them.

The leader of the pack was naturally Tyson Brown.

There were two terrifying-looking men who flanked him.

One of them had long hair and was none other than Thunderstorm.

The other sported white hair and brows, and was known as Waves.

Behind Tyson stood the Eighteen Shadow killers. Topless, their exposed arms revealed the astonishing

number of tattoos inked on their muscles. In their hands were weapons such as the spiked club, axe,

knives, and many more. From afar, they looked extremely imposing.

Behind these eighteen were the three hundred followers and five hundred family elites. Each of them

held onto a katana, or a knife, or a dagger. Needless to say, they all were waiting to kill.

Tyson looked at Nathan and broke into a fit of manic laughter, "Haha, Nathan. I've been waiting for you

for a long time. I knew that you were leaving tonight, and I had to send you off.”

Nathan's gaze landed on the large coffin in the middle of the road. With his lips slightly upturned, he

spoke with what seemed like a smile, "Haha, in my hometown, there are some elderly who would

prepare a coffin forthemselves because they know that their days are numbered."

"I didn't expect you to have such strong self-awareness. You even prepared such a nice coffin for

yourself.”

Tyson turned infuriated upon hearing this, "Young man, this coffin is for you. Today will be your death

anniversary."

Nathan merely glanced at Tyson and the crowd of murderous men behind him. Scoffing, he asked,

"You think you and your men are capable of killing me?"

Tyson pronounced proudly, "All these men behind me are the elites of the Brown Family. I'm sure they

will kill you over and over again.”

"Elites?" Nathan broke into a slight laugh.

"I think you must not understand what the

word means!"

"Why don't I show you what it truly means to be elite?"

Tyson guffawed loudly, "Are you referring to these men of yours?"

Nathan explained with a smile, "These are just my personal guards. They are better at protection than

aggression. However, these people form only a part of my men, and their main role is to protect and

defend."

"Of course, I have other men who are in charge of attacks too."

Tyson immediately felt uneasy upon hearing his words.

Coldly, he said, "Nathan, who are you kidding? You said you have more men, but where are they?"

Nathan told him with a smirk, "Look above. They are already there."

At that moment, a full moon rose on the east side of a small hill.

The Eighteen Riders were decked out in black battle suits with a cloak over their shoulders, and a

battle blade hung from their waists.

The Eighteen Riders of the North stood like the Death Riders at the peak of the hill while they looked at

Tyson and his men

with cold eyes.

Meanwhile, Tyson and his followers were shocked to the core.

Someone even shrieked, "My goodness, these people look so scary. Who are they!”

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