Salute To The General

Chapter 317 Punish You For Both Crimes

SMACK!

The force of the slap had blood spurting from Phil's mouth, along with several teeth. He spun around in

two full circles before collapsing to the ground.

"Phil!" Yancy and his friends cried out in shock.

Two of them hurried forward to help Phil to his feet. Nearly half of his teeth were gone and the left side

of his face was swollen badly.

He was still reeling from the slap, his ears ringing while his vision swamped. He mumbled angrily,

"B******! How dare you hit me? You're dead!"

Just then, there was a commotion as a convoy of cars screeched to a halt nearby. There were several

police cars scattered amongst the dozen military jeeps.

Franklin Wilson, Xander Jones and Zed Walker had arrived.

Noting the presence of his father and uncle, Phil staggered forward to welcome them. Like a child who

had been bullied, he complained piteously, "Major-General Wilson, Dad, Uncle, this b******, Nathan

Cross, killed someone. He's also injured Captain Tonkins and me. You have to stand up for us!"

Right as Phil finished speaking, Xander Jones lifted his left hand and gave his son a heavy slap across

his right cheek.

Smack!

Instantly, Phil's right cheek swelled to match his left. The remaining teeth in his mouth flew out as well.

Caught unaware, the youngsters could only stare in dumbfounded shock.

What's going on?

Phil raised a trembling hand to touch his swollen face as he stared in disbelief at his father. His voice

wavered when he asked, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

Xander roared, "You fool! Do you have any idea who he is? He's the senior officer who's personally

promoted me and the mentor of Major-General Wilson! He's the General of the North Army, the Ares of

the North... Nathan Cross! You are but a lowly Soldier King, yet you act so haughtily! I'll kill you!"

Unable to contain his fury, Xander took off his belt and started to whip his errant son.

He did not hold back, each lash breaking the skin and causing Phil to wail in pain.

Terrified, Yancy and the rest snuck a glance at Nathan with despair written across their faces.

We're so dead. Of all the people we had to p*** off, it just had to the General of the North. We're f*****

Nathan Cross was Xander's idol, a man whom he had respected deeply. He had been unable to sleep

for several nights straight after the award ceremony, where the general had personally given him his

medal. It was the biggest honor of his life.

Yet now, his idiotic son had actually gotten into trouble with the General. There were no words to

describe his anger.

No matter how tough Phil was, there was still no way that he could withstand such a harsh beating for

long. Soon, he was curled up on the floor, his cries growing increasingly weak.

Even so, Xander did not look like he had any intentions of stopping.

At that moment, Nathan spoke up, "Alright, that's enough. At this rate, you'll really kill your son. It's not

easy for the country to cultivate a soldier like him. Give him a chance to turn over a new leaf."

Franklin reached out to grab Xander's wrist, adding in a low tone, "Jones, the General has already said

to let him go."

Zed piped up as well, "Xander, aren't you going to thank the General for being so lenient?"

Yanking his nearly dead son to his feet, Xander bellowed, "Give your apologies to the General, now! I'll

kill you myself if he doesn't forgive you!"

He fell to his knees before Nathan, pleading, "General, I was a fool to not have recognized you. Please

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At this point, Franklin and the rest had

already moved to Nathan's side, their gazes focused on Yancy. "General, this man is the culprit behind

this matter. How would you like to deal with him?"