Salute to the General novel Chapter 261

Doberman narrowed his eyes dangerously at Nathan. "Look at him. You ran him over and now his leg is broken. How do you propose we settle this?"

Kylie retorted indignantly. "We were driving properly! Your friend was the one who suddenly ran out onto the road.”

"Also, he fell over before we even hit him. Are you trying to scam us?"

Doberman leered at the willowy Kylie and grinned wickedly. "What a load of crap! You were the ones who ran into him. Now admit it, or trust me when I say I will have some fun with that body of yours."

Kylie's face turned white as sheet. The crowd that originally intended to speak up for Nathan held their tongues immediately when they saw how rude and unreasonable Doberman and his gang were.

The corner of Nathan's lips twitched upwards as he looked at Doberman. "So, how you do suggest we settle this?"

Doberman pointed to Terrier who was still wailing on the ground. "You ran my friend over and injured him. I won't be greedy. Two thousand will do."

"Pay us the two thousand and I won't say another word. Any less, and we'll have to resort to the age-old method of 'an eye for an eye' and break one of your legs."

The crowd broke out into sighs and grumbles,It looks like someone is about to get scammed yet again.

Someone even whispered to Nathan, "Young man, just pay them and be done with it. If you don't, they'll beat you up and most likely trash your car too."

The crowd watched Nathan curiously, wondering if he would choose to report it to the cops or choose the easier way of paying them off.

The next thing they saw was Nathan whipping out his wallet right in front of Doberman as he took out all the bills.

It was a large stack of bills. There had to be at least seven or eight thousand there.

Nathan nonchalantly handed the stack of money to Doberman. "Take it."

Doberman froze on the spot. I'm only blackmailing him for two thousand. Why is he giving me seven or eight thousand instead?

Truthfully, it wasn't that he didn't want more money. But experience told him that if he demanded too much, the other party would usually choose to go to the police.

For those who drove luxury cars like Nathan, two thousand would be a good number.

People would usually choose the easier option and pay them off, rather than invite more trouble.

What Doberman didn't expect was Nathan giving him so much more than he demanded.

Looks like he's a coward who's afraid of a little trouble.

Doberman snatched the stack of bills from Nathan's hands and smugly complimented him for doing the right thing.

He then gave his comrades a signal to help Terrier up so that they could be on their merry way.

His comrades went forward and grabbed onto Terrier's arms and tried to pull him up, but he was in so much pain that sweat was pouring from his face. He couldn't stop wailing, "Stop, don't move me! My leg is broken!"