Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 355

Soon, the two men arrived at the high-security detention center. Upon seeing Wyatt and his team conducting the interrogation and Harold sitting quietly with his eyes closed, they heaved a sigh of relief.

“Sirs, this kid is as stubborn as a mule. We've tried everything we can, yet he still refuses to speak,” Wyatt said bitterly as he turned to Sebastian and Joe. “Should we use harsher methods on him instead?”

By then, the foreheads of the two men were visibly beaded with sweat.

“It's rather hot and stuffy here. Why don't the two of you rest outside and wait for our interrogation results?” Wyatt added, utterly puzzled as to why his superiors were sweating profusely.

“No need,” Sebastian replied with feigned calmness. “You guys can head out first. Leave this to us.”

A worried expression instantly marred the police captain's face. “What... Mr. Lambert, not only is this kid out of his mind, but he's also highly dangerous. It wouldn't be safe for you to stay!”

“Just get out if I tell you to. Why are you asking so many questions?” Sebastian snapped.

He was annoyed at how Wyatt was still babbling on and on, but since he couldn't reveal Harold's identity, his only option was to chase the police captain out and have Joe turn off the surveillance cameras.

“Mr. Campbell, our subordinates don't know your identity, so I hope you won't hold a grudge against them. Shall we head to Joe's office for a cup of coffee?” Sebastian said politely.

Naturally, Harold couldn't hide his surprise. “You know who I am?”

“Yes. After all, the only person who has the power to command Dr. Thompson and strike fear in Old Mr. Jackson is the God of War!” Sebastian replied with absolute certainty.

Oh, I'm sure of it. This young man is, without a doubt, the legendary God of War!

Harold, on the other hand, furrowed his brows.

Gosh. I can't believe some people have guessed my identity so easily. Thank goodness this isn't Dellmoor. Otherwise, my cover will have been blown before I can even investigate the fake God of War.

With that, Harold decided to deny his own identity. “You've got the wrong guy. The God of War is currently busy abroad!”

“W-What...” Sebastian stuttered as he reeled in shock.

Could that be possible? But if this young man isn't the God of War, who on earth is he? Why do Franklin Jackson and Dr. Thompson treat him with such respect? Then again, does it matter if he isn't the God of War? He has two big shots at his beck and call, which is enough proof that he's no ordinary individual!

“It doesn't matter even if you aren't the God of War, Mr. Campbell. Why don't we continue our chat over coffee in Joe's office?” Sebastian suggested, albeit with a tinge of embarrassment.

“I'm happy to go with you, but only after you've thoroughly investigated Bobby Jackson's matter!” Harold retorted before closing his eyes once again.

Exasperated, Sebastian immediately turned to the police chief. “Joe, has Bobby Jackson committed a crime?”

“He... Yes, he did commit some minor crimes. However, since no one has made any reports or dared to sue him, we have no reason to apprehend him!” Joe replied, his face glistening with sweat.

“Franklin should've woken up by now,” Harold suddenly piped up without opening his eyes. “Get him to meet me with his son!”

“Sure thing, Mr. Campbell. Please rest well here. We'll inform the Jacksons to come over right away!”

With that, Sebastian and Joe hurriedly left the detention room.

While Sebastian called Franklin to explain the situation, Joe quickly gathered all the people who had previously gotten injured by Bobby.