Salute to the General novel Chapter 439

Jack and the other subordinates watched on breathlessly and were filled with excitement. "Strong, too strong, there's absolutely no match for Mr. Cross!" The men mumbled to themselves.

Thomas was equally stoked. He stared at Nathan with a look of admiration and said proudly, "Of course! You guys should know who Mr. Cross is!"

Not only were Mary and her disciples not frightened by the bloodbath, but they were also all looking at Nathan admiringly with twinkling eyes, and had blushes spread across their cheeks.

During the primitive age, warriors who gained favor with women were those who returned to their tribes, covered in blood, bringing forth the corpses of beasts which they had killed.

Even though society was already civilized, it did not change the fact that women were still subconsciously attracted to blood and violence.

At that very moment, Mary and the rest of the beauties were unable to take their eyes off Nathan. They had heart shapes in their eyes and wanted to give themselves to him so badly.

Trip Turner was more stunned than anyone else present.

He was gob smacked and his eyes looked like they were popping out of their sockets.

The man was extremely overwhelmed as waves of terror and anxiety swept over him.Nathan Cross killed all four of the Fantastic Four!

Trip Turner was unable to accept this reality. Looking at Nathan in horror, he shook his head continuously and muttered under his breath, "That's not possible, it's impossible, how can there exist such a powerful fighter? Those were my Fantastic Four!”

Nathan walked towards Trip Turner and said indifferently, "I have already warned the Turner family, and you should have listened. You shouldn't have come to Channing and mess with me. You even dared to have ideas on my wife!"

Trip Turner looked at Nathan, who had a murderous air around him. He seemed to have suddenly realized something and started to panic. Just when he was about to beg for mercy, Nathan had already lifted his leg.

Shoop!

Nathan swiftly sent a flying kick towards the middle of Trip Turner's chest. Like a kite without a string, the man flew backwards and was thrown across the room.

As he crashed against the wall, cracks formed on the wall like spiderwebs. Trip Turner slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor.