Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1777

Nathan scorned at Ivan who was vomiting his guts out on the floor. “You've lost.”

It took a good while before Ivan managed to steady his breathing. He lifted his ghastly pale face and looked at Nathan, his eyes full of terror.

This man is terrifying.

What he did not know was Nathan had actually restrained himself for the last kick.

Otherwise, Ivan's rib cage and organs would be crushed, and the major would have died from the impact right away if he had not held back.

Nathan cast a derisive look at the major and snickered, "This is all you've got, and yet you dare to look down others?”

“You've lost. So drink the wine that you concocted and go reflect on yourself!”

Ivan's face paled as he cast a glance at the red wine filled with ashes. Begrudgingly, he said, “Lieutenant colonel, I was just joking with you.”

“Oh, so you were joking? But I took it very seriously!”

Ivan grimaced and chided, “Lieutenant colonel, we are both military men. You'd better not get out of line!”

Nathan smirked at his remarks. “If I were the one to lose, you wouldn't have said the same. You would have said that my loss was because I was no match for you, right?”

Ivan knew better than to refute the man.

He would have forced the obnoxious drink down

Nathan's throat if he had won the competition instead.

“You have to honor the bet. Drink it,” Nathan ordered coldly.

“I have a way to make you drink if you refuse to, and you wouldn't like it. So, I'd advise that you do it voluntarily.”

Ivan went crimson with embarrassment when he heard Nathan.

Not only did he rank lower than Nathan, but he also lost to the latter in the fight. I think he will really force the drink down my throat if I refuse to drink it voluntarily too. Things will surely get uglier then.

Ivan had no other choice but to begrudgingly drink the glass of wine full of ashes and cigarette butts like he was downing a glass of poison.