Salute To The General

Chapter 487 Give You Two Choices

With that said, he threw out the remaining steel ball in his hand in Thomas' direction.

Thomas' men were still standing behind him. If he dodged it, the steel ball was going to kill yet another

of his men.

Hence, he could only stop it with his bare hands.

His right hand interrupted the path of the ball, and the impact numbed his entire right arm.

Right then, Louie ran forward, as swift as the wind.

Each step Louie took on the marble floor left a series of faint marks.

Whoosh!

Louie's fist swung toward Thomas' chest.

Thomas threw the steel ball aside as he forced his right arm up to throw a punch at the incoming fist.

Bang!

The two men's fists collided.

Louie remained steady, but Thomas huffed as he took a few steps back.

After the first successful punch, Louie started raining punches. This was a move he had learned from

his family.

Three punches shattered Thomas' defense. Pulling back his arm, Louie sent another punch toward

Thomas' chest.

Bang!

Thomas spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew back as if he was a kite with a torn string.

When Jack and the rest saw Thomas' severe state, they roared and rushed forward to help him.

Louie sneered, "A bunch of fools biting off more than they can chew."

Then, like a wolf within a group of unguarded sheep, he sent punches toward each man. Within

seconds, his opponents were wailing in pain on the floor.

Louie had pulled off a martial arts move-Cannon Fist.

Even if one learned Taichi for ten years, it was incomparable to a year of learning the Cannon Fist.

Louie had practiced the Cannon Fist since he was young; he had more than thirty years of practice by

now. In fact, he was a master of the Cannon Fist.

He was the president of the martial arts association in the South and was known as the Martial Arts

Master of the South.

Every punch of his was accompanied by a roar.

Every punch of his sent his opponent flying.

Moreover, every opponent would suffer from broken bones upon impact. If they were not dead, they

would be severely injured.

Soon, Thomas' men had all collapsed.

Louie's hands returned to rest by his sides. He huffed "I thought Nathan's right-hand man, Thomas,

would be impressive. Turns out that he's not even worth mentioning. I don't think Nathan can be that

impressive if this is the state of his right-hand man."

Thomas held onto his injured chest as he squeezed out, "You can insult me, but you can't insult Mr.

Cross. When Mr. Cross gets here, you'll regret being born into this world.”

Louie cackled, "Haha! I'm sorry. My main task here in Channing is to kill Nathan. Killing you is just a

side task."

Nathan was about to sleep when he received a call informing him about what had happened to

Thomas.

He was told that Louie Smith, the head of the Smiths and the Martial Arts Master of the South was the

one behind it.

Nathan frowned and reassured them that he would be there immediately.

He swiftly changed his clothes and went out.

In Wigston Club, Louie smith was seated on a chair as his men stood by his sides.

On the floor were Thomas and his men, either injured or dead. Coոtent оf Draмaոovеls.cом

Nathan slowly walked into the club. The look in his eyes turned cold when he saw the state of Thomas

and his men.

Instead of replying, Nathan asked, "Were you the one who hurt them?"

Louie scoffed, "Why don't you worry about yourself before you worry about them? I'll