Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 59

Craig was about to step forward and teach those people a lesson when Harold shot him a look. That one glance scared Craig so much that he fell to the ground, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

“I indeed don't hold any respect for Craig!”

Harold turned back and looked at Goldie and the rest. He spoke with a light tone, and there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Goldie and the rest were stunned by Harold's words.

I don't know whether he's smart or just arrogant.

“You have guts. Today, I'll show you the reason why these flowers are so red. Men, get him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the baton in his hand and rushed forward.

While doing so, he felt the thrill and glory of a general leading his men into battle.

In the next second, however, his body suddenly flew back.

“End him!”

Goldie, who had been kicked away, fell heavily onto the ground. Before he could stand up, he immediately turned back and yelled at his underlings.

However, none of his underlings were listening to him.

They had a look of panic on their faces as they quickly tossed their batons away.

Goldie turned his head in confusion. He could not believe his eyes when he saw the scene before him.

“Mr. Campbell, my subordinates were not properly disciplined. Please forgive me. I will be sure to strictly discipline them later.” After kicking Goldie, Craig quickly apologized to Harold.

“What kind of world are we living in now? You're still fighting and killing all day long. You're threatening the peace of our society. Logan, your taste in people is getting worse and worse.”

Harold was still speaking in a lighthearted and calm tone.

However, his words struck Craig like a bolt of thunder.

Craig, who was bowing to him at a ninety-degree angle, fell to his knees with a thud as his legs gave way.

“Mr. Campbell, I was wrong. Please give me a chance. I will definitely discipline them properly later and ensure that they don't do such dangerous things again.”

Craig trembled in fear.

Goldie and the others were stunned.

In their eyes, Craig was the king of Dellmoor. His influence even exceeded that of the richest man, Philip.

However, at that moment, Craig was kneeling to a punk like Harold, begging for mercy.

This sight drastically changed their worldly perception.

Are we seeing things?

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“Let them go back. Whatever lessons that need to be taught must be taught.”

Harold looked at Craig and spoke calmly.

Then, he brought Logan and Carolyn back to their room to drink coffee.

Harold's words gave Craig a sense of relief. He stood up and turned to look at the others, who were still dumbfounded.

“Get out of my sight now!”

Craig kicked Goldie again.

Even though Goldie was thick-skinned, he was too afraid then to make a noise. He quickly fled out of the café.

“Goldie and the others are out. I'm telling you, Goldie is known for being ruthless. As long as he's the one making a move, even if Harold isn't crippled, he would be living in the hospital for more than a month!”

Gordon, who was outside the café, had been watching the door intently.

When Goldie and his men came out, Gordon spoke happily to his mother and his sister, Brittany.

Not waiting for the two women to speak, he rushed out to meet Goldie and the others.

“Goldie, how is that punk? Did you beat him up well? Did you get the five thousand back?” Gordon asked, face filled with anticipation.

“Beat him up, my ass! I'll never forgive you! You dare to set me up? Beat him up!”

The disheveled Goldie became angry the moment he saw Gordon.