Salute to the General novel Chapter 1074

"Charge!"

Aiming for Nathan Cross, dozens of men in suits roared and lunged forward like a pack of wolves.

Nathan placidly expressed his disdain. "They're just a bunch of fearless but useless rubbish!”

Upon finishing his sentence, he sent an opponent flying with a punch!

Throughout this time he had stayed near Penny, protecting her. His moves were as quick as lightning and he struck down his opponents one by one. Soon, everyone was lying on the floor, writhing in pain. No one was his match.

Tyler Webbs was both shocked and furious at the scene before him. He bellowed, "Rascal, let me deal with you!"

Once his words fell, he charged toward Nathan Cross like an off-string arrow.

Nathan lifted his leg.

Bang!

The kick landed on his chest as he spat blood out of his mouth before crashing onto the floor.

Before he could even struggle to get back on his feet, Nathan had already walked toward him. Tyler raised his head and made eye contact with Nathan's indifferent gaze.

Tyler's heart skipped a beat as droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead. The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched, and chills ran down his spine.

His reaction was a beast's instinct to danger!

At this moment, he felt like he was a vulnerable puppy targeted by a vicious tiger. He was so frightened that all he could do was lie on the floor, feeling as though Nathan would twist off his neck in the next second and end his life.

He could not help himself but stammered, "l-l beg you...”

Nathan Cross ordered icily, "My leather shoes are stained with your blood. Wipe them clean."

What?

Tyler Webbs was stunned by what he heard.

He instinctively looked at Nathan's black leather shoes, and indeed saw some bloodstains on them. The stain came about when he spewed blood after being kicked by Nathan.

"Okay. I'll wipe it. I'll wipe it clean..."

Tyler sprawled toward Nathan's feet and desperately wiped the leather shoes with his sleeves.

While wiping Nathan's shoes with his head down, he secretly slipped out a dagger that he had hidden in his sleeves.

He grabbed the dagger and aimed at Nathan at the speed of light, roaring, "The Black Dragon of Sleeves!"

The Black Dragon of Sleeves!

This was Tyler Webb's signature move, which he would typically use as an element of surprise to gain himself the upper hand. Several masters had lost to Tyler Webbs because of this move.