Chapter 12.

Damon's cheek burnt due to the intensity of the slap he was given, he had no idea what the general was talking about.

Did he expect him to hug and kiss the man who wanted to kill him?

He hadn't intended to kill him, everything he did was purely based on self-defense and survival instincts.

“Bloody bastard!” The general spat angrily.

A few men came and saw the scene in front of them, the general turned to look at them, his eyes blazing with anger.

“What's the meaning of this? Who sent Larry into this room?” He asked, but none of the men could answer.

“Get rid of the body now and let this be the last time this silly prank should be played in my base. For your punishments, two hundred push-ups in the training ground now!” He ordered, and one of the men immediately picked up Larry's body.

Damon noticed the hateful glare they all gave him before they left the room. He had so many questions to ask, but there was no one to ask.

Most of his body weight was relaxed on the wall, and he was