Salute To The General

Chapter 107 Kill Him Now

Penny's cheeks flushed as she stuttered, "l-l..."

The saleswoman pulled out a beautiful umbrella swiftly as she was worried that Penny would give up

on buying the watches. She smiled as she introduced, "If you buy the watches now, we can gift you this

limited-edition umbrella. This black umbrella was handcrafted by some of the finest makers in the

world; the manufacturing cost alone is ten thousand per piece. Although there's no way it can compare

to a Rolls-Royce umbrella that costs one hundred thousand, the quality is still very high.”

Unable to withstand the salesperson's persuasion, she bought the watches, her face was red with

embarrassment. She really liked the male watch and wanted to give it to Nathan.

After paying the bill, Nathan took the umbrella as Penny carried the bag with the watches. Then, they

left the store together.

He had a slight smirk of amusement on his face while she was still blushing.

Why did I buy that couple set? Great, this jerk is going to tease me nonstop now!

The two of them continued down the corridor heading toward the elevator to meet the others on the

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Suddenly, Nathan halted all movement.

Penny stared curiously at him, wondering what was going on.

Before she could say anything, she realized a well-built man with a shaved head had appeared in the

middle of the corridor. Behind him were a group of men in black suits, all with one hand shoved

underneath their suit jacket. From the shape of the bulges, she could tell they were holding knives.

Are they assassins?

The blood drained from her face thinking of that.

In contrast, Nathan seemed exceedingly calm as he said, "Don't be afraid. Close your eyes and follow

me slowly."

His words comforted her and she shut her eyes obediently. She followed his sedate pace forward while

grabbing a corner of his shirt.

The bald guy was Gunther, Kenneth Logan's right hand man.

Gunther narrowed his eyes at Nathan's movement. With a cold smile on his face, he waved his hand at

his men. "Kill him!"

At his order, the twenty men behind him charged towards Nathan.

The man leading the charge raised his knife up high intending on bringing it down on Nathan's head.

Whoosh!

Taking one step forward, the black umbrella in Nathan's hand shot out like a spear, the tip embedding

itself in the charging man's throat.

Two more men approached him and he took two steps forward, the umbrella swinging out to crack

down their

kneecaps.

Their kneecaps were instantly shattered and the men collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

Like they were talking a walk in the park, Nathan gently led Penny through the crowd of men. His pace

did not even falter for a single moment. For every step that he took, one of the assassins would

crumple to the ground, wailing in pain.

Gunther's eyes were wide as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

The men he had brought with him were the Logan family's best fighters.How could none of them be

Cross's equal?

Putting on his beloved brass knuckles, he gave a loud roar as he thundered toward Nathan.

Nathan's foot snapped out.

Wham!

His kick landed on Gunther's chest and the man flew back several meters. With a loudevator before

sliding down to the ground limply. Several of his ribs were clearly broken.

The baldheaded man stared at Nathan, he was absolutely horrified. His defenses had never been

broken before; even a sledgehammer to the chest would not have harmed him much. Yet, one kick

from this man had him badly injured.

He could only stare helplessly as Nathan and Penny paced closer. Blood was still dripping from the tip

of the umbrella slowly, leaving a trail of blood behind the couple. Fear overwhelmed him as Nathan

inched closer like the Grim Reaper was here to claim his soul.

Gunther wanted to cringe away or crawl into a deep, dark hole so Nathan would never find him.

However, the hard gaze of this man pinned him to the spot and he froze.