Salute To The General



At the Eurasian Street of Ariarica, The Turner Clan had become the most powerful clan in the last two years.

The mysterious head of the Turner Clan, who was said to have come from the South, rarely show his face to the public.

However, he was the one who started up the Turner Clan after bringing a large number of funds and subordinates from Eurasia. Eventually, he took over Eurasian Street.

That day, at the headquarters of the

Turner Clan, an old man was practicing calligraphy in a study room.

On the wall behind him, there was a hanging tapestry with the words "King of the South."

If Nathan could see his face, he would be surprised because the old man was none other than Dip Turner, who was banished by Nathan a long time ago.

Back then, Dip didn't know who he was dealing with and fought with Nathan. After his defeat, he was banished from Eurasia by Nathan.

Together with his subordinates and money, he escaped to Ariarica and made a home for himself on Eurasian Street.

Now that he had become more powerful, he was ready to stage a comeback.

He was no longer the King of the South of Eurasia; he was now the king of the underworld in Eurasian Street.

Many residents in Eurasian Street looked up to Dip in envy and respect.

Despite so, Dip had always been unsatisfied due to the fact that he hadn't gotten his Ariarica identity card despite staying there for years after his banishment from Eurasia.

His estate and wealth in Ariarica would always be in a jeopardized state unless he received citizenship.

In fact, if the FBI in Ariarica decided to conduct a search, the Turner Clan would be destroyed instantly.

Of course, Dip had tried to apply for citizenship in Ariarica numerous times, but his application would always be rejected. The reason was that Ariarica didn't like his complicated identity and the business that he was doing.

When he thought of the money he

used to bribe the officer in chart

Dip's expression turned angry, The officer accepted all my money but in the end, nothing changed.

Whenever he got upset, he would practice calligraphy to calm himself down.

Just as he was about to start writing, a knock came from the door.

Startled, Dip's hand shook, causing the pen to add an extra stroke to the word he was going to write.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Pissed, he yelled, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"

Normally, his men would be frightened enough to apologize and leave immediately.

However, the person knocking on the door simply opened the door without his permission and strode right in.

Dip was about to let out a string of curses when he realized that the man who opened the door wasn't his subordinate.

It was a middle-aged Ariarican who he had never seen before.

The man was wearing a suit and behind him was a troop of men holding sub-machine guns. The badge that the men were wearing around their necks showed that they were part of the FBI.

The man smiled at Dip, who had a confused and shocked look on his face. The man then said, "Apologies for intrusion."

Dip looked tensed. Feeling wary, he said slowly, "Who are you? And why are you here with the FBI?"

The man smiled as he introduced himself. "My name is Shearson. I'm here on behalf of Ariarica to talk to you about collaboration."

As Shearson spoke, he pulled up a chair, sat down, and started puffing on a cigarette as if he was the host.

Dip stared at the mysterious

Shearson with a confused

expression. He could tell that

Shearson was not just an average Joe and that he was up to

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something because he brought the FBT

Despite being nervous, Dip was sufficiently worldly-wise to deal with the situation. After calming himself down, he asked, “What are your orders, Mr. Shearson?"