Salute to the General novel Chapter 1939

Our time is up?

Webb and Quent started quivering in terror.

“Nathan Cross, this is no joking matter!” Quent cried out.

A smile broke out on Nathan's face. “Do I look like I'm joking?”

“You're not the General of the North anymore, Nathan Cross. You're a nobody now. Do you think you can kill us? You're outnumbered,” Webb interjected.

Nathan trailed his gaze along with Webb's and looked at Colin, Ava, and Thomas. “Three of them is enough to send you to hell.”

He's crazyiAbsolutely insane!

Webb shook in rage at Nathan's impertinence.

Even Quent was starting to lose his temper.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Nathan. “You want to kill us? Over their dead bodies,” Quent said, pointing at his subordinates.

Webb decided to act and turned toward his men. “Finish him off!”

The group of suited fighters charged forward readily in full speed at his command.

Webb originally planned on quelling Ava using these fighters. Now that Nathan was here, Webb thought he might as well get rid of him once and for all.

Webb took up his cigar and lighted it in precocious celebration of his assumed victory. “Make sure you guys go easy on him. He used to be the General of the North, so make sure you don't shred him to pieces. Make sure he looks presentable at his funeral.” A psychotic laugh echoed through the lounge before Webb sat back down again for a good show.

Seeing the men encroaching, Colin asked Ava to protect Nathan before facing the rest of the men head-on.

But Ava turned toward Thomas instead. “You take care of them!” Speaking, she darted off and joined Colin in the fight.

Thomas pursed his lips in resignation. Seriously, what do you two take me for? I can fight too, you know?

He rolled his eyes and stood his ground.

A frown settled on Colin's brows when he saw