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 to

from tha Sundarland family. Hava you askad for my parmission bafora trashing tha placa?” Harold

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

sinca ha was tha only ona thara, nothing could hold

all my powars and tast

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

ordered his subordinates to

“Yes, sir!”

end of the steel pipe against their palms as they approached

into this brat, then beat

by

was Harold, the men's

He had hundreds of ways to send the men flying with

chose

and swung his leg. With two

movement, the other men even thought Harold sent

two men flew past the front door, landing

that kick. If he had exerted more force, the two men would've died with