CHAPTER 1350 YOU ARE NOT WORTHY TO LAY A FINGER ON ME

In a small suburban courtyard in Channing, Nathan was reading in a humble study when he heard noisy footsteps from the outside.

Thereafter, the door was forcefully pushed open with Hendrix Wayne and dozens of men in black suits came storming in and surrounded him.

Then the crowd parted, making way for Kenneth, who was striding in with his hands behind his back.

Nathan's lips quirked up when he saw Kenneth and the others. "Kenneth, I was just about to look for you."

"It's an auspicious day tomorrow, which is also the day of my wedding."

"So what I'm saying is, you guys have been investigating me for a long time now and haven't been able to find any factual evidence, it's time for you to let me go."

"I am not in the mood to play with you anymore."

"Nathan Cross," Hendrix sniggered. "You must be crazy to think about getting married after killing Wyatt Windsor. It's a capital offense."

Nathan didn't even spare Hendrix a glance. He was staring intently at Kenneth instead.

"I'm sorry," Kenneth said coldly. "You're still the prime suspect. We can't let you go for caution's sake."

"On the contrary, based on your continuous refusal to cooperate with us, I'm planning to transfer you to our Secret Service prison and interrogate you with more rigorous means."

Nathan gave a half-suppressed smile. "Interrogate me with more rigorous means, eh? Are you trying to treat me like a prisoner by putting me in handcuffs and shackles and force me into confessing?”

"Hah, allow me to say something crazy. I am the General and you, Kenneth Greene, are not worthy to lay a finger on me."

Kenneth snorted. "What if it's the

President's orders?"

"I trust that the President is an upright and selfless man. He will never give such orders," Nathan said indifferently.

"The President has just lost his son. It's just a matter of time that he gives his orders," Kenneth sneered. "I'm only acting in advance and I'm sure the President won't condemn me for that."

"Men! Put him in handcuffs and transfer him to our Secret Service prison."

Hendrix and his men took out a pair of handcuffs and shackles and were about to come up to handcuff Nathan when Nathan narrowed his eyes and uttered coolly, "I dare you to touch me!”

Overwhelmed by the intimidating aura that was emitted by Nathan, Hendrix and the others' faces changed drastically. Their heartbeats elevated as fear coursed through their veins.

Rattle!

Hendrix and his men raised their guns and pointed at Nathan in unison.

There were also several men in suits at the door who came running in with pistols, all aiming at Nathan, standing by.

"Nathan Cross," Kenneth smiled contemptuously. "I don't care whether you're the General or the God of War. I've taken up the role of a commanding leader on many occasions. You'd better not embarrass yourself.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"You've scared my men. I won't be responsible if they misfire and kill you.”

Nathan said apathetically, "You guys have a lot of guts to point a gun at me."

In response, Kenneth laughed smugly. "I even have the guts to handcuff and shackle you and torture you into confessing. Just wait till you get a good taste of our torture methods. Hahaha!”

Nathan chortled. "You think your men are the only ones loaded with guns?"

"What?" A confused expression flashed across Kenneth's face.

Right then, someone outside the courtyard suddenly opened fire, firing a flare gun.

With a loud bang, a flare flew up into the night sky and exploded with a snap.

Kenneth and the others were stupefied.

"Nathan Cross!” Kenneth roared in astonishment and anger. "How can there be any of your men in the Secret Service?"

Nathan smiled with a rare flash of humor. "Most of the Secret Service officers were selected from the military. Is it really that surprising that my men are among them?"

Kenneth's blood boiled. He was just about to urge his men to quickly handcuff Nathan and arrest him when a deafening roar resonated across the courtyard.

A dozen of tanks were knocking over the fences of the small courtyard, raising the barrels of their guns as they surrounded them from all sides with overweening

arrogance.

Standing behind the tanks were large hordes of soldiers from the Dragonfury Special Forces with submachine guns in their hands.

With a prevailing thirst for blood, Colin showed up in a military officer uniform with the Elite Eight and the Eighteen Riders of the North in his wake.

"Lay siege upon this place," he roared. "Anyone who dares to harm the General or anyone who dares to fight back shall be killed on the spot!"

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