Chapter 96 The Four Star General

• Victor nodded. "Take me to Michael."
• Clive led him into the basement gymnasium. It was a massive hall with every exercise tool, implement, and machine in existence. One could practice muscle building, athletics, aerobics, and even parkour. A man was benching three thousand pounds on a heavy device. As they entered, he finished the set and rose to full height.
• Michael Bolton walked towards them, wiping sweat off his brow. He was in his forties but was built like a muscular machine. The man exuded strength and confidence. "Oh, it's you, Clive," he said dismissively. "Where is Caesar? Or will you finally admit that he doesn't really exist?"