chapter 4 General Dwarf!

At the dimly lit street corner, the vast Northern Savage Army did not appear.
What came was only a red taxi covered in mud.
The driver grumbled as he collected the fare and kicked the three old- fashioned passengers out of the car. With a press on the gas pedal, he drove off, splashing mud on the three passengers, intentionally or not.
Yet, those three passengers remained indifferent, simply lining up and standing at the entrance of the building.
"Where are the five thousand elite troops of the Northern Savage Army?" Oscar extinguished the cigarette in his hand and asked coldly. "Where is Alan, the Young Marshal of the Northern Savage Army?"
Although Oscar knew Titus was bluffing, for a moment, he hoped Titus wasn't.
Every man from the Malone Country admires the Northern Savage Army. Who wouldn't want to meet Alan, the Young Marshal of the Northern Savage Army?
He is a living legend.
But looking at those three oddballs downstairs, who resembles Alan? They don't even look as good as Titus!
"The one in the lead, that's Alan, the Young Marshal of the Northern Savage Army." Titus pointed at the short man downstairs, not even reaching 1.7 meters in height.
"Are you sure?" A fierce look flashed in Oscar's eyes.
Even now, this guy still lies?
"Of course, I've known him for ten years. Even if he turns to ashes, I wouldn't mistake him!" Titus raised an eyebrow. "Although he's not tall, barely 1.7 meters with shoes, in the Northern Savage Army, his overall combat strength is second only to Jorge, the soul of the Northern Savage Army, making him the undisputed second in command."
Titus ignored the furious expression on Oscar's face, listing off as if reciting treasures: "Speaking of which, Alan has a nickname in the Northern Savage Army that perfectly matches his status."
Regardless of whether Oscar was interested, Titus blurted out: "The Short General."
Oscar's face darkened to the extreme, feeling his intelligence insulted.
Just as he was about to order the eager underlings downstairs to come up, Titus gestured grandly and said, "Let's go! I'll introduce you to these Northern Savage Army legends downstairs. You're lucky to bask in my glory. Normally, you wouldn't even have the chance to greet them."
Oscar hesitated for a moment, then followed Titus downstairs.
Going downstairs would also make it easier to deal with matters, so as not to disturb Leila's peace.
"Alan!"
As soon as he stepped out of the building, Titus strode forward: "Didn't your deputy call earlier saying five thousand elite troops of the Northern Savage Army were coming to my wedding? Why only you guys? Where are the others?"
While it seemed Titus was asking on behalf of Oscar, Oscar merely watched coldly, enjoying Titus's poor acting.
"Having five thousand people come would cause too much commotion, the higher-ups in Blackhills wouldn't sit still." The short man replied to Titus, looking very nervous, his body trembling...
But his eyes were fixed on Titus, as if afraid he would disappear into thin air.
"Oscar, did you hear that?" Titus glanced at Oscar and smirked. "General Alan is considering for our Blackhills. If everyone really came, the city traffic might collapse."
Hearing this, Oscar put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with a dark face.
He was 1.82 meters tall, looking down at the short man: "Do you know the penalty for impersonating a military officer?"
"What did you say?" The short man slightly lifted his gaze, those dark eyes seemingly containing a high voltage, making Oscar's heart tremble.
But Oscar was no ordinary man. He stood tall, raised his voice, and forcefully questioned: "I said! Do you idiots know the sentence for impersonating a national hero!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of men in suits rushed over, surrounding the three tightly!
In an instant, the atmosphere was tense.
The short man lifted his head, and although he was short, the aura emanating from him easily crushed the hostile aura exuding from Oscar.
"I am not impersonating." The short man said slowly, enunciating each word. "My name is Alan Darnell."
"If you're Alan, then I'm Alan's father!"
No sooner had Oscar finished speaking than Alan, who was significantly shorter than him, raised his hand and slapped him.
Despite Oscar swiftly raising his arm to block, that slap was so powerful and heavy that it not only hit his arm but also landed fiercely on his face!
Smack!
Oscar staggered back several steps, feeling a burning sensation across his face and seeing stars.
This slap caused an uproar at the scene, with a bunch of followers clamoring to cripple the ignorant dwarf.
A bit dizzy, Oscar spat out some blood, adjusted his tie, and roared hysterically, "Even if those five thousand from the Northern Savage Army really showed up tonight, I'd still kill you all!"
In the midst of his speech, the group of followers charged at Alan and the other two like tigers descending a mountain.
"Uncle, calm down!"
Titus quickly intervened to calm the emotionally out-of-control Oscar, acting as the peacemaker, "Don't be impulsive, or the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Oscar's face was ferocious, "How unimaginable?"
"They will beat you to death!" Titus said earnestly, appearing genuinely concerned for his uncle's safety.
Oscar, with towering rage, completely lost his reason, "Fight!"
Dozens of well-trained suited men surged forward, about to engage, when Alan, remarkably calm, drew a gun and pressed it firmly against Oscar's forehead.
"Try moving, I dare you?"
The muzzle was as dark as an abyss, exuding a thick intent to kill.
With their leader held at gunpoint, the fierce and evil followers were utterly deflated.
"How many bullets do you have in that gun?" Oscar, not the least bit intimidated and even pushing his head against the muzzle, said fiercely, "Can you kill all of us?"
Spitting out another mouthful of blood, even with a gun to his head, Oscar, like a wild beast, hunched over and growled, "Kill them!"
The gang of desperado followers were completely influenced by Oscar, their eyes bloodshot, like wild beasts.
Alan frowned, his temper rising instantly!
Titus had said a lot over the phone just now, but to Alan, the subtext was not to make a spectacle as if it was a military parade.
Now, Titus was advising Oscar not to be impulsive, or he would be beaten to death.
It sounded like scaring Oscar, but in reality, it was a warning to Alan: Stop hitting my big uncle, we still need to get along in the future!
Despite the seemingly tense situation, Alan was always watching Titus's expressions, not daring to act rashly.
At this moment, with Oscar desperate, wanting to fight to the death, it wasn't really an option to just shoot him, right?
"Brother, don't blame me, he forced my hand!" Alan turned to look at Titus, who seemed disinterested in the commotion, his expression suddenly darkened!
Just when everyone thought Alan was about to shoot Oscar and cause a tragedy, he suddenly threw the gun to his deputy and shouted in a deep and powerful voice, "Northern Savage Army, fall in!"
Rumble!
Instantly, it was as if thousands of bulldozers were operating at the same time, shaking the earth and mountains.
A dark demolition area lit up as if it were daylight, illuminated by countless floodlights.
Behind the bright lights, towering figures stood like steel giants!
Five thousand of the elite from the Northern Savage Army, the direct lineage of Jorge, emerged from the darkness, descending like heavenly soldiers!
They are the nation's sharp blades, the guardian gods of this nation.
Their fame spreads overseas, the strongest land combat force in the world!
They missed the Young Marshal, longing to see him.
Even though the Young Marshal ordered not to make a big scene, they wanted to hide in the darkness, to bid a true farewell.
But Oscar, he forced these five thousand from the Northern Savage Army to come out!