Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2883

Facescar's yells of pain brought his subordinates out of their reverie.

“D*mn it!”

“Kill them!”

The gang descended on Nathan like a pack of wolves, but Colin dashed forward without hesitation to meet them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Colin did not hold back. In an instant, he sent all of Facescar's subordinates flying.

The crowd exclaimed in shock as they gazed at Colin in disbelief.

They could not understand where Nathan and his men had come from. When did so many experts appear on Eurasian Street?

Facescar clutched the stump that was what remained of his arm, trying to endure the pain as he gazed at Nathan in terror. “How dare you raise a hand against The Dishonorables? You're dead! Our boss is not going to let this slide.”

“Make the call!” Nathan said coldly.

Facescar stared at Nathan, dumbstruck.

“Make the call and have your boss come here,” Nathan clarified.

Gazing at Nathan, Facescar was bewildered. However, there was no way he was going to refuse when Nathan gave him the opportunity to call for reinforcements.

He nodded severely, struggled to produce his phone from his pocket, and made the call.

After hanging up, Facescar glared resentfully at Nathan. “Just you wait, kid,” he said through gritted teeth. “Our boss is arriving soon, and you won't survive the night even if Dip is protecting you.”

The bystanders around them turned pale. Some of the less courageous ones had already turned to leave for fear of being implicated.

Kerry wore a complicated expression. “Mr. Cross,” she said softly.

“Don't worry,” Nathan reassured her. “I'll take care of it.”

Since Kerry knew of Nathan's identity, she fell silent upon seeing his resolve.

Not long after, the street suddenly blared with the noise of approaching vehicles before several dozen black sedans screeched to a halt.

A tall, thin man with a buzz cut and tattoos all over his body emerged from the first car. He wore a gold chain around his neck and was clad in a leather jacket that exposed his chest.

Next, over a hundred subordinates exited the other cars and gathered behind him.

“Eamon of The Dishonorables has arrived!” somebody exclaimed.

Eamon narrowed his eyes. “Are you Dip's subordinate?”

Eamon would never have guessed that Nathan was not Dip's subordinate but the reverse instead.

Dip was one of the pawns Eurasia had placed in Newcove. He had a mission there to provide agents and informants of Eurasia a stronghold to gather intelligence for the country.

That was why Nathan was not pleased to hear Dip's life being threatened.

Earlier that night, Nathan had asked Dip if he needed help eliminating Eamon. Dip did not feel good about troubling Nathan over such a trivial matter, so he asserted that he would handle it himself.

However, Nathan did not expect to run into the troublemaker so soon.

“It doesn't matter who I work for. What matters is you don't belong here,” Nathan said as he surveyed Eamon. “You have one last chance. Take your men and leave Eurasian Street.”

Eamon sneered. “Even Dip does not dare speak to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are?”

After he spoke, he waved his arm. “Men, send them on their way!” he ordered his subordinates.

“Yes, Mr. Kane!”

Members of The Dishonorables pulled out their katanas amongst other weapons and strode toward Nathan and his men.