As soon as Eton's words rang out, the disciples at the scene recovered from their trance and rushed up to Aksel.
A fierce battle unfolded in an instant.
On a normal basis, any one of them from the Blackwell clan could take down ten people at once since they were all skilled experts.
It was a pity they were against the Felidae Battalion from the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor.
In less than ten minutes, Eton and over a hundred of his subordinates were on the ground, groaning and whimpering in pain.
Aksel walked up to Eton, who was lying in a
pool of blood. “Who are you to find trouble with Mr. Cross? Consider yourself lucky today that he has matters on hand and won't stoop to your level.”
Finishing his words, Aksel raised his leg to wipe his blood-stained boots against Randall's clothes before getting in the car with the rest of the warriors and departing the scene.
Later, Nathan arrived at the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor.
Sage led the soldiers out to welcome him.
As Nathan strode toward his office, he asked Sage about his schedule for the upcoming days.
The latter politely answered, “The White House, the Cabinet, and the military base will be holding the national conference the day after tomorrow. You will have to present the annual report during the meeting. Do feel free to let me know if there are any arrangements you have for today or tomorrow's schedule. I'll be happy to work on the necessary changes. Also, Major-General Long knows about your return today and wants to welcome your return with dinner at Wind restaurant. Do you want to attend the dinner, Chief? Or would you like me to turn it down?”
Nathan said, “Will and I are longtime friends. He has helped me a lot in the past, so we have a relatively good relationship. Since he's asking me out for a meal, I can't reject his kind offer. I'll go and have a drink or two with him.”
Hearing that, Sage responded, “Yes, Sir. I'll let him know that you'll turn up on time tonight.”
Nathan ordered, “Tell him not to make it too extravagant and grand. Also, don't invite too many companions. I’m not too fond of socializing. A simple chat with him over some drinks will be great.”
Sage nodded. “Roger that.”
As the night fell, the streets were illuminated by the city lights.
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