Salute to the General novel Chapter 269

At a spa center at Mt. Nova, Charles Zabinski was relaxing in a hot spring with two beautiful women at his beck and call.

He stared grimly at the severely injured Tobin Jacobs and asked angrily, "Nathan Cross said today is the deadline for the Zabinskis to retire from the scene? And he wants me to kneel before him and apologize?"

Tobin was standing with his shoulders hunched over. "Yes, sir. That's what Nathan Cross said."

Charles was so mad he couldn't help but snort. "What an arrogant ass. I will never kneel before him nor will we, the Zabinskis ever retire!”

At that very moment, a chilling voice traveled in from outside the private room. "Then today will be the last day on earth for you and the Zabinski family."

Charles, Tobin, and the bodyguards that were standing around were all taken aback by the sudden intrusion.

Charles growled, "Who is that?"

The door to the private spa room opened.

And in strode Nathan, with Colin Dunne, Thomas Dunn, and the Elite Eight behind him.

Charles eyes grew wide in shock. "It's you! Nathan Cross!"

Nathan gave him a small smile. “I heard you wanted to see me, so I came.”

Charles continued to stare at Nathan in disbelief. He had sent a team to grab Nathan, dead or alive.

Yet, that very team he dispatched had gotten severely beaten up then ran back with their tails tucked between their legs.

And more importantly, he didn't expect Nathan himself to just appear before him.

Several emotions flashed across his face, before he yelled loudly, "Get him! Get them all!"

Charles had gathered all the elite fighters in his family. So at that very second, there were over one hundred very skilled, very strong men in the spa center.

And yet, even after he yelled until his breath ran out, not one of those men appeared.

"You can stop shouting. We already took care of them when we first came in.

They're all lying on the ground and taking a little nap right now," said Nathan casually.

What?

Charles' eyes grew even wider. Those men of his were all highly-trained and very competent. They were practically the pillars of the Zabinski family.

So how on earth did Nathan and his ten men went up against a hundred of his own, and without making any sound no less!

With terror in his eyes, Charles stared at Nathan. "What do you want?"