Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1990

The airplane landed at the Metro Brimmopolis Airport in the evening.

“Everyone, please remember to take your on-hand luggage and to not walk off once you get off the plane. We don't want anyone getting lost,” the school administrator and organizer of the summer camp, Zac, called out loudly as the plane was landing.

Everyone safely got off the airplane and left the airport, piling onto several tour buses that Zac had rented.

As the tour bus headed for their destination, Brimmtopia, Penny couldn't help but notice that the bus they were on was dirty, old, and stuffy.

The driver of the bus was wearing a black tank top and jeans and had a large tattoo of a tiger on his arm. He smoked while driving, the rancid scent causing many of the kids and adults to cough.

“Hubby, this bus is a wreck. And the driver doesn't seem like a trustworthy person either,” Penny mumbled.

Nathan didn't mind that the bus was a little outdated, but he took issue with the fact that the driver was smoking in a space full of children.

He was about to confront the driver, but before he could do so, someone else was already standing up and scolding the driver loudly.

To Nathan and Penny's surprise, that person was Jaeden Winstead.

He marched forward, pointing at the driver as he accused, “What's wrong with you? Who said you could drive while smoking? Don't you know that the smoke is making it hard for my wife and son to breathe?”

The driver gave Jaeden a cold sidelong glance. “Don't point your finger at me. I'll chop your hand off.”

Taken aback by the threat, Jaeden stumbled backward.

The students and adults had been gearing up to cheer for Jaeden, but their voices quickly died down and turned into quiet murmuring.

A little embarrassed but not to be discouraged, Jaeden pushed on. “Smoking in vehicles is impolite, so could you at least put your cigarette out?”

Upon hearing that, the driver smirked and stopped the bus by the roadside.

Then, under everyone's shocked gazes, he aggressively shoved his cigarette into Jaeden's torso.

Sizzle!

The smell of smoke and burnt fabric permeated the air, followed by Jaeden's pained cry of “Ow! It burns!”

He took a few steps back, glancing down to see that the cigarette had burned a hole right through his designer brand shirt and caused a blister on his chest.

“Are you trying to pick a fight, asshole? You know, I have thirty years of martial arts experience under my belt! You're dead meat!”

Everyone gasped as Jaeden rolled up his sleeves and barrelled towards the driver.

Bam!

The driver landed a punch right on Jaeden's face, sending him flying onto the ground with a bloody nose.