This Old Man Is a General!

Everyone around was shocked by the scene. No one expected that the tall, strong white man would be subdued by a boy who was obviously several sizes smaller than him with one hand, and even lifted into the air by the neck.

Seeing the once arrogant and burly man now thrashing about in Victor's hands like a fish out of water, everyone was shocked. Let alone lifting such a tall and strong man with one hand, even lifting a slightly older child with one hand would be difficult for most people.

Just how strong is this boy who looks only sixteen or seventeen?

After the initial shock, the burly man's companion quickly recovered. Seeing his companion's pained expression, he became furious. Ignoring the soldiers around him, he roared and punched Victor.

Victor was looking up at the burly man he was holding in mid-air with a sneer, not looking at his companion. Just as the punch was about to hit his head, James, who was standing next to him, did not make a move at all. Instead, he stood there with his arms crossed, looking like he was watching a show.

Just as the powerful punch was about to hit Victor's head, Victor suddenly turned his head to look at the burly man who was attacking him, and smiled, revealing two sharp fangs at the corner of his mouth.

The smile sent a chill down the burly man's spine. In the next instant, a hand, much smaller than his, suddenly appeared in front of his fist, its Five Fingers spread out and gripping his fist perfectly.

Immediately, a tremendous force came from that palm, preventing his punch from moving forward even an inch.

Moreover, those five fingers, as if cast in steel, were gradually tightening, making his fist ache, as if it would be crushed at any moment.

Just as he was gritting his teeth and trying to keep himself from screaming, a rough and loud voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Alright, young man, you've almost strangled that guy to death!"

As the voice rang out, Victor glanced up at the burly man whose face had turned purple, whose eyes were rolling back, and whose struggles had weakened. He smiled disdainfully, then pushed the man away with both hands at the same time.

The burly man whose fist was gripped by his iron claws was pushed backward by the force, while the white man who was held up by the neck was thrown onto the former. The two of them crashed into each other and rolled on the ground.

The two of them didn't even bother to get up. One clutched his neck, panting heavily, while the other held up his right hand, which was swollen and red with five clear finger marks, and was unable to move for Angel.

On both of their necks and fists, there were five cuts from Victor's sharp fingernails. Although the cuts were not deep, some bright red blood was flowing out.

Although Victor's nails can extend and retract freely, even at their shortest length, the sharp tips still extend a few millimeters beyond his fingertips. This is fine most of the time, but when he gets into a fight, even without intentional use, he will inevitably scratch his opponent.

The Victor at this point was completely different from the Victor in the movie. If it were the ruthless Victor from the movie, he would have already killed these two big white men, and wouldn't have just given them a simple lesson.

This is why Chen Mo took them in early after they left home, personally teaching them and providing them with plenty of opportunities to fight. At the same time, he also taught them the principles of being a good person, which is why they did not lose themselves in the strong animalistic instincts that arose in their hearts after their abilities were awakened, and did not regard human life as worthless.

Especially Victor, whose abilities were awakened from birth, had a more intense beastly nature and desire for battle than James. In the movie, he turned into a ferocious and murderous Beast without any guidance or discipline.

With Chen Mo's intervention, Victor was not controlled by his inner beast. Although he was still warlike, he was not as ruthless and murderous as in the movies, indiscriminate in his killings, regardless of the circumstances or the strength of the victims, without principles or bottom lines, and ultimately became a tool for others to kill.

In Victor's eyes, these two burly men who had come up to provoke him were nothing more than two the Joker. He could teach them a lesson easily, but asking him to kill someone? Master Chen Mo would beat him up!

Recalling Chen Mo's Superman speed when he disciplined them, which was so fast that they couldn't even catch up, and his overwhelming strength that they couldn't resist, Victor's fierce eyes couldn't help but waver. It was as if a ferocious tiger had seen the whip raised by its tamer, and its heart was filled with fear. It was afraid that it hadn't controlled its strength well and had hit the two of them too hard, killing them. It quickly looked down at the two who had fallen to the ground with concern.

At this moment, the two men no longer looked down on Victor; instead, their gazes were filled with fear. They had personally felt the overwhelming power emanating from Victor, and naturally dared not underestimate them or provoke them again. Sensing the concern in Victor's eyes, and even his apparent intention to help them up, the two men were terrified. They quickly helped each other to their feet and slunk back to the back of the line.

Seeing that the two ran away quickly and seemed completely unharmed, Victor finally breathed a sigh of relief. He casually patted the dust off his clothes and then turned to look at the person who had spoken earlier.

A short, stout old man in his sixties was riding slowly toward the temporary conscription point on an old horse. He was chewing on a straw, with one leg over the saddle and resting on the horse's back. His clothes were sloppy and he looked unkempt.

However, this old man caused the soldiers at the temporary conscription office to change their expressions the moment they saw him. Whether they were soldiers sitting behind the table registering or soldiers guarding under the shade of trees, they all stood up straight and saluted him.

"General Taylor!"

That's right, this rugged, unrefined, and disheveled old man, who isn't even wearing a military uniform, is the Commander of the unit stationed here, Brigadier General Zachary Taylor!

He lacked any of the demeanor or bearing of a general. If it weren't for the soldiers around him saluting him, no one present would have believed that this rough and slovenly old man was their highest-ranking officer, General Zachary Taylor, a renowned veteran in the United States. military and a skilled and experienced General Taylor.

Outburst complete! Cough cough... Let's try another one tomorrow!