Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2711

Big Bull's subordinates had come prepared.

Unfortunately, their opponents were Colin, Ava, and the Elite Eight.

Putting aside the fact that Colin and Ava were Ultimate King of Warriors, the fact that the Elite Eight were all King of Warriors was enough to make them suffer.

In fact, both Ultimate King of Warriors hadn't moved at all.

The Elite Eight stepped forward in unison and let out a battle cry.

Then, all of them began swinging their fists.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Each of Big Bull's subordinates flew backward as they cried out in pain.

The scene shocked the crowd surrounding them.

The Elite Eight moved in unison, and they were just as powerful as tens of thousands of troops.

On the other hand, Big Bull's subordinates looked just like moths flying straight into the flame in the crowd's eyes as they received the eight King of Warriors’ punches. They were all sent flying backward as if they had rehearsed that move beforehand.

Right then, Big Bull, who was still on the phone call, saw that his subordinates had been defeated by Nathan's men.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock and disbelief.

Nathan glanced apathetically at the mind-blown Big Bull and said coldly, “So, do you still want me to take off my traditional garb and get lost from this place?”

The latter shivered but oromotlv snapped back to his senses.

Just as he was about to reply, Colin walked over and grabbed him by his neck. Then, as if he were a little chick, he was lifted into the air.

“You b*stard who only knows how to worship the foreigners! Kneel before Mr. Cross when you speak to him!” Colin said.

Once he finished speaking, he threw the man before Nathan.

Big Bull staggered and lost his balance. Then, Colin lifted his leg and kicked the back of the former's knees.

With a thud, Big Bull dropped to his knees before Nathan.

His knees hit the floor so hard that he hissed through gritted teeth.

He bit back the pain as his face contorted. Then, looking up at Nathan, he said with disdain, “How dare you act so unruly here on the cultural street? You must be sick of living, huh? I've called Mr. Jabbar. There's nothing you can do to save your life when he comes later.”

“Is that so?” Nathan asked with a halfsmile. “That makes me want to meet the boss of this cultural street even more now.

Still on his knees, Big Bull said through gritted teeth, “All right, then. Just you wait, you brat!”

Meanwhile, the people around them were pointing fingers and whispering among themselves.

“This cultural street has truly gone too far. Previously, a kid came here wearing traditional clothing, but they chased him out. And now, they're having a dispute with yet another customer in traditional garb.”

“But I heard that the boss of this place, Bentley Jabbar, is both rich and powerful. He's someone one shouldn't offend.”

However, no one understood why Nathan had the guts to stir up trouble in Bentley's territory.

Is he actually that fearless, or is he just too young that he has never witnessed the cruelty of society?

Everyone stared at Nathan with curiosity, unable to get a grasp on what he was thinking at all.

They studied him from head to toe, and some were starting to get confused.

Nathan looked somewhat familiar, but none of them could remember where they had seen him from.

After all, he had kept his identity a secret when he was working in the military in the past. His face was rarely ever revealed in the news.

Nonetheless, he had shown himself to the world on the television screens when he was appointed as the President a few days ago.

But there were still some differences between what was seen in real life and on the television screen.

Besides, no one would have expected themselves to bump into the President of the country when walking on the streets.

Based on their understanding, they thought that there would be a huge crowd and also a large group of security if the President ever went out. There would also be the police and army maintaining order along the street.

Hence, even though some of them thought Nathan looked familiar, none of them associated him with the newly appointed president.

Those who thought that he looked like the President merely thought that they looked similar, and they stopped thinking more of it.

Therefore, no one could tell Nathan's actual identity even though there were so many people surrounding him.