Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 135

The Forsts gave him a happy smile, though Eddy Forst was not agreeable with the idea. “Thank you so much for the offer, Nate,” he said.

“However, we can’t accept it. It would be a lot of trouble for you.”

Nathan Cross opened his mouth to insist, but was cut off by Eddy Forst before he could even say a word. “Listen, boy. We will probably struggle a lot to get used to life in the city.”

“Besides, the villagers have been discussing about moving to Quinzy City after the demolition. We can still keep in touch with each other that way.”

Nathan Cross went silent for a moment before saying, “That’s not a bad plan too. The weather in Quinzy is really good weather and is suitable for retirement.”

“I’ll visit you both whenever I have the time. By the way, here are Colin and Thomas’ contact numbers in case you can’t reach me if something happens.”

That night, Nathan Cross and his men left and went back to Channing.

The next day, in the study room of the Zabinski manor...

Kingston Zabinski, who was dressed in a drab cloth shirt and shoes, put down the mantra in his hand and looked up at his son standing before him. “I heard that Jackson went to assassinate Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn last night with three hundred men. Any updates?”

Finley Zabinski panicked. “Dad, he...”

Kingston Zabinski grew impatient. “Why are you stuttering? Spit it out!”

Finley Zabinski had no choice but to speak the truth. “Jackson Quelch and his three hundred men had disappeared.”

“Nonsense! There’s three hundred of them, and they’re gone just like that? What about their bodies?” Kingston Zabinski yelled in anguish.

Finley Zabinski scowled. “They disappeared without a trace. I mobilized a lot of our own manpower to search for them, but they’re gone for good.”

Kingston Zabinski struggled to calm himself down. “What in the world is going on?”

“However, I manage to get some valuable information from the villagers in Springlake Village,” Finley Zabinski offered.

“Just tell me!” Kingston Zabinski ordered.

“Apparently, a large group of gangsters were taken away by the military last night including their leader Baron.”

“What’s that got to do with Jackson disappearing?” Kingston Zabinski asked as he frowned.

“I heard that a few dozen transport aircrafts carrying soldiers from the Northern District landed at the airport yesterday. They’re probably here on a mission,” Finley Zabinski answered.

“My guess is that Baron, his gangsters and Jackson Quelch got in their way and were captured.” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Kingston Zabinski was shocked. “That’s too much of a coincidence. Could this have anything to do with Nathan Cross?”

Finley Zabinski shook his head. “That’s impossible. We’ve already investigated Nathan Cross’ background, and he is just an ordinary retired soldier. He wouldn’t have the authority to mobilize such a

huge army to take Jackson Quelch away.”

“Besides, even if he actually had commanded the soldiers to capture Jackson Quelch, why would he take away random people like the local gangsters and Baron?”

Kingston Zabinski nodded. “That’s not a bad explanation. It shouldn’t have anything to do with Nathan Cross, since some other people were taken away too.”

“Maybe both of them interfered with the secret missions of the Northern troops and got captured.”

Kingston Zabinski suddenly looked up. “Should we use our connections to rescue Jackson?”

“Forget about it, Dad. It’s the Northern troops we’re talking about here.”

“We’re nothing to them, so there’s no way we can rescue him.”

Kingston Zabinski sighed. “That’s so unlucky of Jackson.”

“Dad, I know Jackson’s in trouble, but we can’t just give up on avenging Jerry! He’s still in the hospital! The doctor was suggesting sex-change surgery since he doesn’t have his manhood anymore!” Finley Zabinski growled, gritting his teeth.

Kingston Zabinski frowned at the mention of Nathan Cross’ name. “Can we get someone else to avenge Jerry in replacement of Jackson?”

“Isn’t Novem Dragon dead? We need someone to replace him as our underground spokesperson in Channing.”

“Do you have someone in mind?” asked Kingston Zabinski.

“Jon Xander, the lord of the underground in the neighboring city Arcvale. People call him the tyrant of the South.”

“He’s one of our followers and he’s not satisfied with being merely the ruler of Arcvale underground.”

“Why not we use him against Nathan Cross? If he could kill Nathan Cross and get rid of Thomas Dunn, we can make him the spokesperson for our share of the underground as well.”

Kingston Zabinski lowered his head to consider it for a moment, before nodding. “Fine. Tell Jon Xander to avenge Jerry for us.”

“Yes, Dad.”