Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 58

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Such an honor was not something that immense wealth or power could compare to.

They finally understood how Logan was so capable that in just a short span of five years, he had helped them become two of the three most powerful figures in Dellmoor.

“Yes, the two of us shall sear in our memories the teachings of the God of War and Mr. Quigley!” James and Craig responded with both terror and awe in their voices.

“Relax, both of you. From what I heard, my father-in-law, Benson, has been playing the stock market with you, James. You will have to take good care of him from here on out...”

Harold grinned as he chatted with Craig and James about general affairs, causing the two of them to be utterly shocked and flattered at the same time.

They never would have imagined that the God of War, a mysterious figure whose name resounded through the ages was actually someone that approachable.

At that moment, Gordon and the gangsters he had called had arrived outside the café.

“Gordon, who dared offend you? Didn't you mention my name to them?” a young man named Goldie asked boastfully as he strutted over to Gordon.

His hair was dyed blonde, and following behind him were twenty over lackeys who were wielding

batons.

“Goldie, I did bring up your name. That bastard cheated my mom of her money. Just because he used to be in the army and could fight quite well, he went so far as to say for a city as small as Dellmoor, even if Craig McGowan were to step up, he would beat him up too...” Gordon rambled on while exaggerating some things.

Goldie was fuming when he heard that.

“Motherf*cker! Guys, follow me. Let's go end this fool!” Goldie charged into the café with the twenty- plus lackeys right behind him.

Gordon intended to follow them in as well but was held back by his mother.

“Let's just wait outside.” Mandy did not want her son to be too involved with these gangsters.

The Xenoses would just remain outside the café as they waited for good news from Goldie and his lackeys.

“Who's Harold Campbell? Show yourself! It's time for you to die!”

Harold was seated in the private room enjoying his tea when he heard someone yelling his name from outside the room. His brows frowned a little, which gave everyone in the room a scare.

Who would be so daring as to scream Mr. Campbell's name out loud?

“We will take a look outside!”

Before Craig and the others could finish speaking, however, Harold had already stood up and started heading out.

Logan and Carolyn followed behind him.

Craig and James had no choice but to follow right behind.

When they came out, they saw a man with a blonde buzz cut and a crowd of gangsters with batons charging in aggressively.

While Harold was still trying to figure out why these people were looking for him, Craig instantly understood what was going on.

Why would my subordinates come here and brazenly cause trouble for Mr. Campbell?

Craig's legs grew weak from him being shocked. His body trembled, and he was unable to utter a single word.

It looked as though he was having a stroke.

Luckily, James was next to him to support him. Otherwise, he would have struggled to stand.

Goldie and his lackeys were too focused on Harold that they did not notice Craig, who was standing at the back of the group.

“I am Harold Campbell. What's the matter?” Harold asked sternly.

“You motherf*cker. I heard you were one arrogant b*stard. Not only did you gang up to cheat my brother's money, you even went about and threatened to beat up Craig. Did you, or did you not?” Goldie questioned Harold in an imposing manner as he pointed his baton at the latter.

The moment Harold admitted to it, Goldie would swing the baton down at him mercilessly.

Harold was left confused after Goldie's rambling. He turned around and gave Craig a look.