Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 106

Vance blinked in surprise for a moment before he smiled apologetically. "Sir, our boss rarely comes to the restaurant to deal with matters unless it's very important. If you're dissatisfied with the quality of the food or the services, you can tell me. I'll be more than happy to serve you."

Kenneth stopped cutting his steak as he lifted his head to stare at the manager with narrowed eyes. "Are you sure about that?"

Despite dressing and acting like a gentleman, when Vance met Kenneth's eyes, an inexplicably strong feeling of unease rose in him.

Forcing a courteous smile on his face, he replied, "Yes sir, I'm sure!”

The words had barely left his lips when the knife in Kenneth's hand flashed. The sharp blade bit into the manager's throat, instantly slicing it wide open.

Eyes widening in shock and horror, Vance's hands flew up to clutch at his throat helplessly. Staggering backward, bright red blood spurted from between his fingers relentlessly.

Under the horrified gazes of the rest of the restaurant staff, he finally collapsed to the ground in a pool of red that formed around him.

The staff quickly fled, one of the waiters shouting loudly as he went, "Quick, contact the boss! Something bad has happened! Someone's been killed!”

Kenneth's expression was placid as he wiped the blood from his knife with a napkin. Using the very same knife, he started to cut his steak again. "Gunther!"

The baldheaded man stepped forward, answering sharply, "Yes, sir!"

His boss's voice was mild as he commanded, "Bane and I can handle things here. Take twenty men with you and bring me Nathan Cross' head. Is one hour enough?"

He smirked as he boasted, "More than enough!"

With that, he gestured for twenty of the men to follow him and they left.

All that remained in the restaurant was Kenneth, the expressionless Bane, and ten other men.

A few minutes later, Thomas Dunn appeared with Jack and ten men.

"Quick! Surround those troublemakers!"

Within seconds, they had Kenneth and his men surrounded.

Finished with his steak, Kenneth placed his cutlery down and used a napkin to wipe his mouth clean. Lifting his head to look at Thomas, a smile played at his lips.