Salute To The General
Chapter 669 A Map Of Hell

Chapter 669 A Map Of Hell

The next day.

In the Cross Family home in Cledondale.

There were colorful lights hanging everywhere in a carnival-like atmosphere.

It was Zayn Cross' sixtieth birthday. Many dignitaries from all over streamed into the Cross Family

home to wish Zayn a happy birthday.

Dressed in a celebratory traditional robe, Zayn led his forty-year-old wife, Helen, and her son, Gladius

together with the other members of the family to welcome the guests.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations to you Sir, and may you have a long and happy life ahead still!"

The ones congratulating Zayn were the leading figures of the Underground in Northania.

Zayn was filled with pride and selfsatisfaction. Ever since the Cross Family had moved from the East to

Northania, they had managed to establish themselves as one of the prominent families.

Zayn was proud of his achievements.

However, he had long forgotten that without his ex-wife's support, it would not have been possible for

him to succeed.

Meanwhile, Francis, the head butler approached him and asked in a congratulatory tone, "Sir, Ma'am,

Master, since the guests are all here and it's almost time, shall I order the kitchen to start the banquet?"

Smiling gleefully, Zayn was about to nod when a group of boisterous men barged in and insisted on

presenting Zayn with a gift.

Since it was Zayn's birthday, it would be unreasonable to reject any gifts from the guests. He

responded happily, "Who's sent the gifts? Let them bring the presents in.”

Meanwhile, Colin strode in followed by eighteen men in suits. All of them were holding a painted scroll

in their hands.

Many of the guests gasped in shock at the scene.

"Good God, what a grand entrance! I wonder who'd sent the gifts.”

"Indeed! Eighteen men with painted scrolls. They must be eighteen famous paintings!"

"Tsk Tsk, these are expensive gifts. It appears that Zayn is very well respected."

When Zayn and Helen heard how impressed the guests were, they were filled with pride.

Colin did not identify himself. All he did was arrange his eighteen men in a line and ordered, "Open the

presents for Mr. Cross and Helen to see."

Flick!

The eighteen men held up the scrolls and unrolled them uniformly.

The eighteen paintings were of the same style. They depicted scenes from hell, all eighteen levels of

hell, in fact.

Every single painting represented one level of hell. In every one of them, there would be a demon jailer

who was torturing a man and a woman in different ways.

Some used knives while others used boiling oil. Every cruel method imaginable was there to be seen.

Meanwhile, Zayn, Helen, and all the other guests present were stunned.

Who dared to send such gruesome paintings on such an auspicious day!

What!

With that, both of them took a closer look at the paintings.

Indeed, the paintings showed that they were the ones being punished by the demon in hell.

Dressed in funeral garb, this new group played funeral music as they marched in, carrying a coffin.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Helen shivered violently as her face turned pale in anger.

Zayn's blood pressure had risen so much that the veins in his head were throbbing as if he could

collapse anytime.

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