Salute To The General

Chapter 328 Kill Them All

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

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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.

Nathan looked decidedly unimpressed. Crossing his arms behind his back, his face was placid as he

asked the Elite Eight, "What do you guys think of the Eighteen Hounds?"

Heads held high, the Elite Eight stood with their chests puffed out and a proud gleam in their eyes as

they chorused, "Inferior!"

Nathan smiled faintly at their words.

Turning to Yoel, he questioned, "You heard that?"

Enraged, Yoel growled, "We'll see who are the better fighters, my Eighteen Hounds or your Elite Eight."

"Bring it!"

"Kill them all!" Yoel hollered.

"Charge!"

Like a tidal wave of black, the Eighteen Hounds and the fifty elites stormed toward Nathan's side.

Colin commanded, "Get them!"

The two armies clashed together and all hell broke loose.

Ignoring the fight, Nathan searched the area with his eyes until he spotted Kylie, Tank, and Prudence.

Kylie, who had been struggling non-stop to free herself, went still when she saw Nathan gazing in their

direction. Meeting his gaze, she felt her fear leave her when she saw the determination in those eyes.

Inexplicably, a strange calmness descended upon her. Reаd at Dramanovеls.com

For some reason, his presence made her feel safe and she trusted him.

She knew, without a doubt, that he would get them out of here safe and sound.