Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 328

Swiftly dialing Nathan's number, the underling handed the phone over to Yoel.

"Nathan Cross, your sister-in-law and her family are now in my hands. Would you like to see what happens when I toss them in boiling oil?" he gloated.

Nathan's voice was frosty when he replied, "Yoel Lagorio, you're asking for death."

The killer scoffed, "I'm asking for death indeed, but for your family, not mine. There should be ten minutes before the oil reaches a boil. If you can get here before that time, I might consider trading their lives for yours. However, I won't tell you where I'm at. If you can't make it here in time, then you can be prepared to receive three deep-fried corpses! Are you feeling panicked, angry, yet so very helpless right now? This is the consequence of you sending that painting to Mr. Russo! Live with the guilt and agony of being the cause of their deaths!"

Yoel chortled sadistically before continuing smugly, "You're probably dying to know where I am right now, aren't you?

Hahaha, call me Daddy and I might just consider telling you."

Nathan answered coldly, "There's no need forthat; I'm already here!"

Yoel stiffened, croaking, "What?"

At that moment, Yoel and his men suddenly realized that three black SUVs were currently speeding toward the sawmill.

Within moments, they came to a stop before Yoel.

Nathan, Colin, Thomas and the Elite Eight got out of the car.

Yoel could only stare in shock at Nathan. He had not expected the man to be able to find him so quickly.

He passed the phone back to his underling and stood up. At nearly two meters tall, he looked down on Nathan and his group arrogantly. A vicious smile curled his lips as he commented, "Looks like I've underestimated you, Cross. I must admit that I'm surprised that you've managed to find this place. But now that you're here, I find myself more inclined to kill you, rather than your family."

Nathan glanced at Yoel before dismissing him, "You? As if you will be able to kill me!”

In response, a murderous glint flashed through Yoel's eyes. He thundered, "Not even with the Eighteen Hounds and fifty of the Russo family's elites?"

At his mention, the Eighteen Hounds and the elites stepped forward simultaneously, crying out, "Kill!”

They were less than a hundred men, yet the feeling they gave off was as though they were thousands.