Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2758

The bar appeared to be quite worn-down. The neon lights hanging in front of the bar entrance were about to fall. Behind the curtains, the sounds of music simmered.

Max somehow felt like he had traveled back to a bar from decades ago.

Two men in cowboy clothing showed up. They eyed Max and his two bodyguards with sharp and inquisitive glances.

They had planned to question Max and his men.

However, after getting a closer look at Max's face, gone were inquisitive looks. They straightened their backs in respect as they fanned out to let Max pass.

Max opened the curtain and walked into the bar.

As expected, the bar was filled with men in cowboy clothing. There were women dressed in bunny costumes while serving the drinks. Meanwhile, exotic women danced to entertain the patrons of the bar.

Max and his bodyguards managed to garner everyone's attention as soon as they stepped into the bar.

They were a mix of desolate and anguished looks.

“Max, you're here.”

The sound of an elderly man rang. Then, Max noticed a frail old man leading his four subordinates out of a room.

The shriveled old man was Moab, the leader of Shadow Fang, one of the ten most prominent werewolf clans.

He was flanked by four powerful subordinates—the Four Generals of Shadow Fang.

Max greeted the old man impassively,

“Moab!

Moab pulled out a chair and took his seat. He gestured at the vacant seat opposite him and said to Max, “Please, take a seat.”

Max took a seat casually and turned to a woman in a bunny costume. “A whiskey for me.”

The latter replied cheerfully, “Sure.”

Moab fell silent.

Just when Moab was hesitating whether he should personally lead a team to kill Nathan, sounds of werewolves’ angry growls could be heard outside.

A noble-looking man in a tuxedo had appeared at the bar entrance and stopped by the werewolves guarding the door.

The man in a tuxedo donning a black cloak let out a cold snicker. “When have I, Nikola, ever needed you filthy weredogs' permission to head wherever I want to go?”

The werewolves were infuriated by his degrading remarks.

A werewolf in a cowboy hat spat furiously, “Werewolves and vampires have been at each other's throats all along. We do not welcome you here. You'd better scram.”

Nikola smirked and said, “I am a baron of the vampires. I'd like to see how you filthy weredogs would deal with me?”

The werewolves present boiled with fury and were about to strike the

insolent baron.