Salute to the General novel Chapter 433

Theodore and Ferlyn had only just fallen asleep in their room a while ago after a long night of amorous congress.

Suddenly, vague cries for help could be heard from outside.

Theodore hurriedly sat up, causing Ferlyn to rub her eyes and asked, "What's happening, Theodore?"

Before he could answer, a knock suddenly came on the door, followed by frantic screaming. "Help, Mr. Lloyd! Someone's causing a stir in the lobby. He killed a few of our men!"

Theodore jumped in shock, swiftly put his clothes on and walked out in fury. "What the hell's going on!?" he demanded, glaring at the subordinate in the hallway.

Before the man could report what was happening, Nathan appeared in front of Theodore without warning.

The situation dawned upon Theodore. "So it's you, Cross!"

Nathan remarked blankly, "The Turners must have sent you to deal with me. There's no need for you to find out about me. If you're that curious about my abilities, I'll personally show you."

A subordinate leaned over and whispered in Theodore's ear, "This is the latest news, Mr. Lloyd. Lucas and his men are dead.”

Theodore glared at Nathan in shock and anger. "Heh! You killed my subordinate, Lucas, and now you have the balls to come walking right into my territory, you little shit? In that case, let's not waste any more time. I'm going to personally find out just how much of a tough guy you are.”

With that, Theodore ripped his shirt apart, revealing a firm, muscular body full of scars.

Astonishment and idolization appeared on the faces of every Ocean Corporation subordinate as they saw Theodore's body.

Just how much did one have to go through to have such scars as medals?

Thoroughly enjoying his subordinates' gazes of admiration, Theodore smirked at Nathan before flexing his muscles, causing all his joints to pop.

He beckoned Nathan over with a finger. "Let me show you what it's like to be up against the King of Mercenaries!"

Hearing that, Nathan's mouth twitched slightly. Meanwhile, Thomas nearly broke out into laughter.

A self-proclaimed mercenary up against the General of the North—the God of War, Ares? You've just landed yourself a worthy opponent, punk!

"Bring it on," Nathan said calmly.

"Prepare to meet your death!"

With a loud roar, Theodore dashed toward Nathan with a fist in the air.

His fist was swift like lightning and heavy like a thunderstorm.

The men of Ocean Corporation couldn't help but cheer.

Even Ferlyn, who hid behind the room door to observe the spectacle, couldn't conceal the twinkle in her eyes.