Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2768

Mayhem clenched his teeth to endure the pain. With a trembling voice, he asked, “W-Who on earth are you? Id-How are you so powerful?”

Bedlam was shaking as well. “Are you a young master of one of the Reclusive Families among the Five Reclusive Families of Eurasia?”

Both of the men thought that only a member of the Five Reclusive Families could have such terrifying powers in all of Eurasia.

Nathan merely smiled and said nothing.

Colin sneered. “Hah! What power do the Five Reclusive Families hold? Even the elders of the Five Reclusive Families have been defeated by the hands of our master in the past!”

IVhat?

When the two men heard what Colin had said, it was as though they were struck by a flash of lightning. Stunned, both of them tossed a look of disbelief and fear at Nathan.

Unlike most people, the two men were well-aware of how powerful the elders of the Five Reclusive Families of Eurasia were.

If they were to compare their powers, all the elders of the Five Reclusive Families would have the ability to kill both of them within seconds.

Yet, the man standing in front of them was said to have defeated the elders of the Five Reclusive Families! How powerful he must be to be able to do that!

If what Colin had said was the truth, that would mean that Nathan had not shown his full potential in the fight. Otherwise, the corpse of the two men would be lying limp and unmoving on the ground.

Mayhem was petrified. “I-Is that f-for

real?”

Bedlam found it hard to believe his ears. “He once defeated the elders of the Five Reclusive Families of Eurasia?”

With an icy smirk, Colin retorted, “Do you think I have a reason to lie to you?”

The two men could not help but ask simultaneously, “Who exactly is your master?”

Colin scoffed. “Hmph! I guess I'll tell you so that you two would graciously accept your defeat and die in peace!

Behold! The one in front of your eyes was previously the Commander-in-chief of the North Army of Eurasia, also known as Eurasia's God of War, currently the newly elected president of Eurasia and Chief Military Governor, Nathan Cross!”

God of War of the North! Chief Military Governor of Eurasia! The newly elected president of Eurasia, Nathan Cross!

The two men collectively sucked in a sharp breath.

Panic consumed him as he scrambled and picked up the phone on the ground. With a shaking voice, he urged, “Security! Where in the world are the bodyguards? Why hasn't anyone come to my office and save me?”

A quivering female voice sounded from the other end of the call. “M-Mr. Packman, we have already sent in a lot of people to save you, but all of them have been intercepted on their way,” explained the assistant.

“A-All of our men had been d-

defeated. No one could enter.’

What?

Quintin widened his eyes. Fear was written all over his face.

In a calm voice, Nathan announced, “I have assigned four out of the Elite Eight to stand guard outside. They are to make sure no one enters. Right now, no one will be able to come in and save you. Give it up.”

Thud!

When he heard that, Quintin was shaking so hard that the phone slipped out of his grip. There was nothing but fear and despair in his eyes.