Salute to the General novel Chapter 404

"I have to come for you the moment you called my name over the phone. I shall not tolerate anyone who bullies you," Nathan Cross replied gently.

"Just close your eyes and rest for a while. Once I'm done with these bastards, I will take you home."

Penny Smith stared into his determined eyes. She chose to trust him and nodded, closing her eyes as she was told to.

A few steps away, upon seeing the arrival of Nathan Cross, Thomas Dunn revived and struggled to sit up. He glared at Terrence Ortiz and his gang with hatred. "You're doomed!”

Of course, Terrence Ortiz and Zucker Johnson wouldn't bother about what Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn said.

Terrence Ortiz laughed mockingly. "Stop your nonsense at once. If you don't cooperate, not even the deities can save you."

He signaled to one of his subordinates by pursing his lips. The man took out a contract from a briefcase and handed it to Nathan Cross.

"This is the contract for handing over the manufacturing rights, Nathan Cross. Make Penny Smith sign on it and I will consider sparing your lives." Terrence Ortiz narrowed his eyes.

Zucker Johnson snickered, "Mind you, we may change our minds any time."

Nathan let out a slight smile. "What if I refuse?"

Terrence shouted, "Come here, The Assassin!"

The Assassin was sharpening his knife a few steps away when Terrence called him. He stopped and got up, staring at Nathan with murderous eyes like a butcher staring at his livestock before slaughtering it.

There was a smug on Terrence Ortiz's face. "Teach him a lesson. Remember, don't kill him right away, I want it to be a slow and tormenting death. Best if you can cut his limbs one by one, and let's see if he will regret his actions."

He turned his head and glanced at the tied-up Penny Smith not far away.

He didn't believe that Penny could bear to watch her husband being tortured to death and do nothing about it.

As long as she softened up and agreed to sign the contract, he would achieve his goal of obtaining the manufacturing rights to the liver cancer vaccine.

The Assassin wielded his butcher knife as he strode towards Nathan Cross.

He was a man that weighed over 300 pounds and was loaded with body fat like a sturdy hill.

The ground shook with every step he took.

He glared mockingly at Nathan. "I'll let you choose, lad. Shall I cut your left arm first or your right arm?"

Nathan taunted by curling his finger at The Assassin. "I bet your mother can't even love you even if she really tried, you hideous monster. Come on!"

Angered by Nathan's remark, The Assassin let out a furious roar and charged at him.