Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 109

Sitting on a chair nearby, Kenneth was smoking a cigarette gracefully. His ten bodyguards were standing in a row behind him.

Kenneth looked at the bloodied body of Thomas and his lips curled into a smirk. "I thought the man who could kill my brother and eliminate Novem would be a lot more impressive than this. What a disappointment."

Despite the wounds all over his body, Thomas had not lost his fighting spirit. Spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva out, he swore, "You bunch of clowns, you won't get to be so arrogant for much longer. When Sir arrives, he'll wipe the floor with your blood!"

Admiration shone in his eyes as he mentioned Nathan Cross.

Jack and the others, who were still lying on the floor perked up at the mention of Nathan's name. They struggled to their feet and shouted, "Tom is right! When Sir gets here, he'll squash you like the bugs you are!"

Kenneth furrowed his brows slightly, wondering why these men were almost fanatical in the worship of Nathan Cross.

Sneering, he mocked, "By this time, I'm sure Gunther has already cut off Cross's head and is on his way back here. As for you trash...Bane, send them off to hell. Can't have their precious 'Sir' lonely there."

"Yes, sir!" Bane answered as he dashed toward Thomas.

Thomas growled as he threw out a fist, aiming for Bane's face.

Nimbly, Bane dodged under his swinging arm and swept his dagger upward. Right before the tip was about to pierce into Thomas' body, there was a spark like a bullet hitting the blade.

With a loudping, there was a firework of sparks and Bane's lethal move was diverted.

He was astounded and glanced down to the floor only to be surprised by what he saw. It was nothing but a cigarette butt.

Who had managed to flick a cigarette butt so hard that it became a bullet that was forceful enough to move his blade?

Everyone's gazes snapped in the direction where the cigarette butt had flown from.