Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1602

Meanwhile, Nathan and Kylie stood by the roadside, holding the food that Penny had packed for them. However, Colin didn't show up even after a long time.

Nathan had a sudden hunch that something was wrong.

Colin was usually a careful and conscientious subordinate who could be counted on to perform his tasks to perfection. He had never given Nathan any reason to worry.

Even if an urgent matter had come up and Colin was unable to drive Nathan around, he would have told Nathan straightaway instead of letting him wait here for such a long time.

Nathan took out his phone and dialed Colin's number. However, nobody picked up his call.

Something was seriously wrong.

Nathan turned to Kylie and said, “Colin could have met with an accident. I'll go down to the car park and take a look.”

Immediately, Kylie said, “Nathan, I'll go with

I ” you!

They proceeded down to the carpark.

Quirrell had already delivered the ninth of his ten blows to Colin, who was now lying on the floor, completely covered in blood.

Quirrell's brows were beaded with sweat. As he watched Colin lie motionlessly on the ground, he finally let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, he's finally down. I didn't think it would take that long to take this beastly creature down.”

As soon as he spoke, Colin twitched on the ground, still covered in blood.

As Quirrell watched in shock, Colin got up from the ground with much difficulty. Then, he shook the blood out of his ears and stood up on his feet, wobbling slightly.

He turned and faced Quirrell with his head down, the blood trickling down his head to land on the ground.

Quirrell was stunned beyond belief.

His subordinates were aghast, too.

How could Colin still be alive after all that? Even more startling was the fact that he could still stand on his feet with the number of injuries on his body.

They had underestimated how tough this guy could be.

With his head bowed, Colin breathed in and out deeply. He could feel blood trickle down the sides of his face. Eventually, he looked up, his eyes still burning with conviction and courage. “Again! The last one!”

As soon as he said that, Colin, who had taken the defensive stance for the past few rounds, suddenly lunged towards Quirrell. Like an injured beast, he roared loudly as he neared the latter.

Quirrell had announced that he could kill Colin within ten strikes. If he failed to do that, it meant that Quirrell had lost the bet.

To be fair, Quirrell hadn't expected Colin to still be able to get up after so many blows from him. He looked at the blood-covered figured staggering towards him.

It was already the tenth strike!

If he didn't kill Colin in this round, Quirrell would have lost fair and square.

Quirrell was known as Dragon in the South, and he considered himself to be above the General of the North himself. Every day, he griped to his subordinates that he would have become the God of War instead of Nathan if he hadn't been suppressed and removed from power.