Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 465

The bodyguards either graduated from martial arts academies or were trained by security companies.

In life-or-death combat, they might not be as strong as the bodyguards who were once special forces veterans, but they wouldn't lose easily in a fight.

However, the upcoming scene completely crushed their worldview.

Same as before, Harold sent all of them flying with a kick. The steel pipes in their hands clattered to the floor noisily.

Since it wasn't Harold's first rodeo, he knew not to use as much force in his kick. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Thus, the bodyguards merely toppled to the ground and didn't black out.

“Ouch! My guts!”

“My butt!”

They yelped in pain on the floor.

Harold himself was surprised at the scene before turning to look at the leader.

“W-What are you planning to do?” the leader questioned frantically under Harold's gaze, unable to keep the cool mask on his face any longer.

“How can you lead your subordinates by example as a leader when they're all on the ground, yet you're still standing?” Harold asked with a look of amusement.

Before Harold finished his sentence, the leader's face paled as he turned tail and fled the building.

Harold's abilities had far exceeded his expectation.

He knew there was no way someone like him could go up against Harold.

Fleeing instantly was the wisest decision at the moment.

His subordinates watched him flee with gaping mouths and widened eyes.

Their usually-cool leader scurried away like a frightened rabbit.

Unfortunately, Harold wouldn't let his prey escape that easily.

Even though Harold had lost his memories, he wouldn't just let anyone give him the slip.

Harold didn't pursue after the leader. Instead, he reached for a brand-new syringe from Luna's examination table and aimed it at the fleeing man.

As though the syringe was equipped with a radar, it stabbed precisely into the back of the leader's knee.

The bolting leader's knee wobbled at the impact, and he toppled to the ground face-first in front of the

clinic's front door.

Two of his front teeth flew out at the crash.

The bodyguards were once again stunned by their leader's sorry sight.

It was a sight they had never seen before.

Harold wasn't in a rush to go up against the leader. He turned on his heel and started rummaging through the medicine shelf.

A small smile curved his lips when he finally found the topical anti-inflammatory patches.

With the patches in hand, Harold stepped toward the leader and hauled him back into the clinic with his free hand.

Once inside, Harold instantly shut the front door and locked it.

“You... What are you going to do to me? I'm warning you that we're from the Sunderland family. Apart from a few families like the Hightower family, no one dares to go up against us!”

The group of men panicked when the lock clicked into place. The leader brought up the Sunderland family name to intimidate Harold.

At the leader's reminder, Lothar crossed Harold's mind. It was all the more reason for Harold to look down on them.

“You guys don't have to be scared—I won't harm you. I'm sure your injuries are painful. I have topical anti-inflammatory patches with me. You won't feel any pain after I stick one on you. They aren't expensive, just three thousand per patch. There's enough for everyone,” Harold offered excitedly as his gaze swept across the men on the floor.

At that moment, the bodyguards were akin to stacks of bank notes flying toward him.