Salute to the General novel Chapter 2883

Facescar's yells of pain brought his subordinates out of their reverie.

“D*mn it!”

“Kill them!”

The gang descended on Nathan like a pack of wolves, but Colin dashed forward without hesitation to meet them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Colin did not hold back. In an instant, he sent all of Facescar's subordinates flying.

The crowd exclaimed in shock as they gazed at Colin in disbelief.

They could not understand where Nathan and his men had come from. When did so many experts appear on Eurasian Street?

Facescar clutched the stump that was what remained of his arm, trying to endure the pain as he gazed at Nathan in terror. “How dare you raise a hand against The Dishonorables? You're dead! Our boss is not going to let this slide.”

“Make the call!” Nathan said coldly.

Facescar stared at Nathan, dumbstruck.

“Make the call and have your boss come here,” Nathan clarified.

Gazing at Nathan, Facescar was bewildered. However, there was no way he was going to refuse when Nathan gave him the opportunity to call for reinforcements.

He nodded severely, struggled to produce his phone from his pocket, and made the call.

After hanging up, Facescar glared resentfully at Nathan. “Just you wait, kid,” he said through gritted teeth. “Our boss is arriving soon, and you won't survive the night even if Dip is protecting you.”

The bystanders around them turned pale. Some of the less courageous ones had already turned to leave for fear of being implicated.

Kerry wore a complicated expression. “Mr. Cross,” she said softly.

“Don't worry,” Nathan reassured her. “I'll take care of it.”

Since Kerry knew of Nathan's identity, she fell silent upon seeing his resolve.

Not long after, the street suddenly blared with the noise of approaching vehicles before several dozen black sedans screeched to a halt.

A tall, thin man with a buzz cut and tattoos all over his body emerged from the first car. He wore a gold chain around his neck and was clad in a leather jacket that exposed his chest.

Next, over a hundred subordinates exited the other cars and gathered behind him.

“Eamon of The Dishonorables has arrived!” somebody exclaimed.