Salute To The General

Chapter 190 He Is Poisoned To Death

Inside the biggest Diamond Private Room at The Imperial.

A tall, thin man in a leather jacket had his arm wrapped around a woman as he partied with his friends.

The man was Chien, who had snuck into the Asiatic shopping mall construction site last night under

orders from Mr. Zabinski. He had received one million as a reward for sabotaging the construction site.

However, he did not leave the city the moment he got the job done as he was instructed. Instead, he

had stayed behind to party with his friends and lover, Marilyn.

Not only had he used a hundred thousand to book the most luxurious private room at The Imperial, he

had also ordered a dozen Remy Martin, which cost 5888 a bottle. Then, he exclaimed in a smug tone,

"Let's get drunk tonight, boys!"

Marilyn pressed herself against him, cooing, "Chieny, I don't wanna drink brandy tonight. I want to drink

wine!"

Chien shouted arrogantly, "Tell the attendant to bring a bottle of 1982 Lafite for my girl!"

He was flaunting his wealth!

His woman cuddled closer to him in pleasure, her warm and soft pliant body pressed against his.

His friends cheered and whooped loudly, one of them calling out, "Chien, you've really hit the jackpot

this time if you're willing to drink a wine that costs at least 80,000 a bottle! Don't forget us the next time

you have such a ludicrous job!"

Immensely pleased with the adoration and admiration he was getting, Chien puffed up as he answered,

"No problem!"

Soon, a young waiter came in with the bottle of Lafite.

Everybody cheered even louder at the appearance of the legendary Lafite.

The waiter dutifully opened the bottle of wine and poured it for them. In a decidedly respectful gesture,

he handed out the wine glasses individually.

As he handed a glass to Chien, he took advantage of the dim lighting in the room to flick some powder

under his fingernail into the wine.

Not suspecting a thing, Chien accepted the wine glass and lifted it up in a toast.

"Cheers!”

"Cheers!”

Everyone in the room gulped down the wine.

A cold look flashed through the waiter's eyes when he saw Chien had finished the drugged wine.

Pasting a small smile on his face, he excused himself.

Everyone in the private room was having the time of their lives as they partied and drank.

Suddenly, the door opened and a stocky man walked inside. He reached out to turn off the music

before flicking on all the lights. The room was as bright as day instantly.

After the man, Thomas, was done turning on the lights, Nathan came inside with his hands clasped

behind his back.

Chien and his men were all stunned when they saw the two men who had just entered the room.

"Who the f**k are you? Who let you in?"

The brawniest of Chien's friend, Skip, stalked toward the two men furiously. His finger reached out to

poke Nathan in the chest as he spoke.

Before his finger could even land on Nathan's chest, the latter's hand snapped out to grab his finger

and twisted it.

Crack!

Skip's finger was bent backward and broken!

"Ah...! "

He had barely started to scream in pain when a kick from the other man sent him flying back. He

crashed on the glass table shattering it.

As Skip landed before them, Chien and the rest of his friends could see a deep indent on his muscular

chest. It was obvious all his ribs were broken.

They then switched their horrified gazes to Nathan. Who would have guessed that he would be so

powerful?

Sweeping his eyes around the room, Nathan's voice was calm as he asked, "Which one of you is

Chien?"

The color drained from Chien's face when he heard his name. He was no fool; he knew the aggressive

men standing before him were definitely here about the accident at the construction site.

His eyes darted around as he looked for a way to escape and he tried to make his way to the window

of the room.

He had barely taken two steps when Nathan picked up a bottle and flung it at him.

The bottle spun through the air hitting the back of Chien's head before breaking into pieces. He

collapsed to the floor and did not move again.

Nathan furrowed his brows as he saw this. He had held back when he threw that bottle, so he knew the

force should not have been enough to kill the man.

Thomas strode over and yanked the unmoving Chien to his feet, growling, "I'm Thomas Dunn, you

pathetic piece of shit. Now tell me, who sent you to the Asiatic construction?" Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He trailed off as he noticed the white foam trailing from Chien's lips. Blood was also leaking from all the

orifices on his head. The man was dead.

Shocked, he turned to look at Nathan, "Sir, he's dead!"

Marilyn screamed, which seemed to set the rest of them off as they all started to shout about the two

men killing Chien.

"Be quiet!"

The low shout from Nathan shocked them into silence. He went over to the dead body, examining it

closely for several seconds. Finally, he muttered, "He's been poisoned. It looks like someone had got to

him before we got here.”