Geronimo and the others hurriedly went up to welcome Nathan. "It's an honor to have you here, General!" exclaimed Geronimo.
Everyone else greeted Nathan enthusiastically too.
"It's my pleasure, General Louie. Hello, everyone," Nathan said with a faint smile on his face.
While greeting everyone, he casually glanced at Peyton, who was standing nearby.
Peyton was already terrified upon seeing Nathan, but when he met the latter's eyes, he couldn't take it anymore. His blood pressure spiked, and he nearly coughed blood.
Ba-thump!
Peyton lost his balance and fell to his knees, quivering with fear.
With his clothes drenched in sweat, he looked as though he had just emerged from a pool of water.
Everyone was stunned. They couldn't understand why Peyton Black of the Black clan was kneeling before the General in terror.
Nathan gazed at the pale, horror-stricken Peyton. "Hehe, what's wrong, Mr. Black?"
"We've been nothing but a bunch of ignorant fools, General," Peyton said, trembling. "We're sorry for everything we've done so far. Please have mercy on us."
Nathan replied frostily, "Didn't you once say you wanted to ruin my military marriage and take my wife by force? Haven't you been wanting to kill me all this while? And didn't you declare that I wouldn't leave Forthmore alive just ten minutes ago? Why are you begging for mercy now?”
Peyton broke out in cold sweat and kowtowed repeatedly. "I was wrong. We were wrong. Please give us another chance, General...”
Nathan scoffed, "It's General Louie's birthday today. Don't ruin it by kneeling here and crying. Do it outside!"
Peyton left Geronimo's house in a daze and proceeded to kneel outside like a lost dog.
His limbs were cold as despair filled his heart.
The Black clan had provoked the General.
This was practically suicide!
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