Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 504

The group of henchmen behind Marco carried sharp gazes, firm stances and exuded a refined aura. It was obvious that they were all highly-trained professionals.

Nathan chuckled wryly, "My car got scratched. I was just about to ask you to compensate for my loss. I'm glad you came to me instead. Let's make things easy. Just compensate me a new car, and I'll let you off this time."

Everyone sported varying expressions upon hearing this from Nathan.

Even Penny and the employees from Cross Group grew anxious after hearing his statement.

Nathan even has the mood to ask for compensation in this situation. This was basically digging his own grave!

Kenji ignored Nathan and said mockingly, "Marco, I guess you are not that influential in the South. He doesn't even take you seriously!”

Marco was embarrassed and declared to

Nathan with a grim expression, "Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I'll have to resort to asking my men to break your limbs and drag you out of here."

"Who dares lay a hand on Mr. Cross? Do you even have our permission to do so?"

A loud commotion was suddenly heard coming from the restaurant's entrance.

Everyone looked towards the door at the same time.

Eight imposing men in black suits were striding into the restaurant.

The eight men were all stocky and strongly built. The black suits they were wearing gave off the impression that they had donned black armor. They exuded an aura of dominance.

These eight men were none other than the Elite Eight.

The Elite Eight stood firmly beside Nathan with their hands placed behind their backs. Their legs were straight, and their feet were firmly planted into the ground. It was a total militarized posture. Their posture alone was enough to cause others around them to feel as if the air was being sucked out of them.

Marco teased, "I see. He has some bodyguards. No wonder he's acting all smug. Do you think your eight men are enough?"

Nathan raised his teacup slowly and sipped on his tea. He then said casually, "If you can beat my Eight Elites, you have my word, you can do whatever you want with me."

Marco snickered, turned to look at his henchmen and said out loud, "Fighters of the Schulz family! Someone is looking down on us. How should we take care of them?"

The fifty henchmen shouted in unison, "Kill, kill, kill!"