"Quick!"
"Quick!"
Just as Morris Cross knelt down in front of Nathan, sounds of people shouting as well as orderly footsteps pounding on the ground could be heard from outside.
Soon enough, Fang appeared in his military uniform; he was followed by his squad and other warriors.
He marched in while ordering his men, "Surround this area. No living creature is allowed to leave without my permission. How dare this family try to hurt the General! It looks like they've gotten tired of living!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Almost instantaneously, the Cross clan was boxed in by Fang's five thousand warriors.
Fang and his squad marched up to Nathan, where they stood to attention and saluted him. "General!" they shouted, their voices booming with respect.
General?
When the Cross clan heard Fang and his squad address Nathan as such, they started trembling uncontrollably.
This was especially the case for Morris, who was quaking so badly he was nearly flat on the ground.
Nathan looked at Fang in surprise. "Why are you here?"
Fang grinned. "We were running a drill with troops from Brimmopolis. The gist of it is that something happened in Brimmopolis and they needed the North Army's assistance, so we'd come to take care of the opposing forces together. We finished the drill and were on our way back to the North via Johnstone City when we received news that you are here and that the Cross clan has ill intentions towards you. So, we came over as fast as we could."
Ah... So that's why.
Nathan nodded, then turned to instruct Fang, "Get all irrelevant people out of here."
Fang immediately had his squad round up the clan members and their subordinates, sequestering them to the front yard. All the dead and injured were carried outside, too.
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