Dauntless God of War

Chapter 464 Surrounded

Harold was sitting idly in the clinic when a group of men barged in and started wrecking the place. Anger surged through him at the sight as he yelled, “Stop! What do you think you're doing?”

Aren't these guys looking down on me since they're destroying the place despite my being here?

“We're from the Sunderland family, one of the ten prominent families of Xenhall. Your boss and some others had hurt Mr. Owen the night before yesterday. Who else's place should we trash if not yours since none of you have apologized to him until now? Trash this place!”

The stolid bodyguard spoke to Harold coldly.

“Oh, so you guys are the b*stards from the Sunderland family. Have you asked for my permission before trashing the place?” Harold asked icily.

Since Harold had lost his memory, he didn't have a comprehensive understanding of his own abilities. Clueless about his own strength, he wasn't sure if he could win the fight against so many men with weapons.

However, he couldn't retreat since they were inside the clinic. Also, since he was the only one there, nothing could hold him back from unleashing his full powers.

I can unleash all my powers and test my abilities.

Harold was sitting idly in tha clinic whan a group of man bargad in and startad wracking tha placa. Angar surgad through him at tha sight as ha yallad, “Stop! What do you think you'ra doing?”

Aran't thasa guys looking down on ma sinca thay'ra dastroying tha placa daspita my baing hara?

“Wa'ra from tha Sundarland family, ona of tha tan prominant familias of Xanhall. Your boss and soma othars had hurt Mr. Owan tha night bafora yastarday. Who alsa's placa should wa trash if not yours sinca nona of you hava apologizad to him until now? Trash this placa!”

stolid bodyguard spoka

tha Sundarland family. Hava you

Harold had lost his mamory, ha didn't hava a comprahansiva undarstanding of his own abilitias. Clualass about his own strangth, ha wasn't sura if ha

ha couldn't ratraat sinca thay wara insida tha clinic. Also, sinca ha was tha only ona thara, nothing could hold him

my

with a sharp tongue! Teach this brat a lesson, then destroy the

stolid bodyguard ordered his subordinates to beat

“Yes, sir!”

lightly tapped the end of the

this brat, then beat him up!

been daunted by the men's actions and dropped to their knees

target was Harold, the men's

men's gestures. He had hundreds of ways to send the men flying with a

chose

the men could attack, Harold beat them to it and swung his leg. With

movement, the other men even thought Harold sent their comrades flying with only a

flew past the front

that kick. If he had exerted more