Salute to the General novel Chapter 1959

Channing

Being in a dying state, Sherman was crawling on the ground at the entrance of the Smith family's house.

Suddenly, a Lincoln limousine stopped at the side of the road.

A driver, dressed in a suit and a pair of white gloves, quickly got out of the car and went to open the back door.

In an instant, a white-shirted slender man stepped out of the car and covered his mouth with a handkerchief while coughing sickly.

With a few of his men trailing from behind, he glanced ahead to see Sherman crawling like a dying mutt on the ground, then raised his brow as he asked, “Mr. Sherman?”.

As soon as Sherman heard someone calling him, he raised his head with a struggle, looking up and almost crying when he saw Kelvin. “Kelvin, you're finally here. I'm afraid I might have died here if you hadn't come.”

Kelvin squatted down and gently pressed Sherman's broken leg before examining his body. He sighed with relief and said, “Don't worry. You won't die now that I'm here.”

“Why are you still standing there? Quickly get Mr. Sherman up and send him to the nearby hospital for medical treatment.”

“Yes, Mr. Erikson!”

Sherman was carried up by a few of his men at once.

At this moment, a few people immediately rushed over and exclaimed, “Who are you people? Mr. Cross says that this fella insulted Mr. Smith and that he must kneel at the Smith family's house for three days and three nights to repent of his mistake. Who gave you permission to take him away after he had just knelt for one day?”

Those men were Thomas' subordinates and the man who spoke was Weil, Thomas' right-hand man.

Along with his fellow men, Weil looked at Kelvin and the others warily, then said coldly, “You few, hurry up and leave. Sherman Goldstein needs to kneel here for three full days. If you insist on taking him, don't blame us for not being nice.”

Not being nice?

Kelvin coughed twice then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a flickering smile.

Back then, everyone knew how powerful the sick scholar was, so no one dared to be rude to him; but now, a few random people had appeared in front of him and even behaved tactlessly before his eyes.

“You're all Nathan's subordinates, aren't you?” He glanced at Weil and the others and chuckled.

Weil shook his head and responded, “No, we are Mr. Dunn's subordinates and Mr. Dunn is Mr.