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Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 57


As long as Harold recovered from his injuries, they would have nothing to be afraid of even if the mysterious organization or the world's greatest fighters came knocking.

At that moment, Logan looked toward the door and furrowed his brows. “Mr. Campbell, Craig and James are both here. Should I send them on their way?”

“Let them in. It's high time that we meet them. We might have other errands for them to run in the future as well!” Harold stated while waving his hand.

Upon hearing this, Logan promptly went over to open the door.

Earlier, James had run to Craig to verify Harold's identity.

They had now come to offer their greetings.

Just as Craig and James arrived at the private room's door, the door was opened from the inside.

As they stood there surprised, Logan's sudden appearance before them startled them.

“Mr. Quigley, you're here too?” Craig asked respectfully.

James immediately bowed his head as well, afraid of meeting Logan's gaze.

“Mr. Campbell is having tea here today, and I'm here to attend to him. Come in, both of you!”

When he was finished speaking, Logan turned around and walked away.

However, after hearing what Logan said, both James and Craig were petrified with shock.

Not only is Mr. Quigley here, but he's here as an attendant? Whoever this Mr. Campbell is, it looks like his status is much greater, and he holds more power than we thought.

Both of them entered the private room with careful steps.

When the two individuals saw Logan and a beautiful lady standing behind Harold respectfully and the utterly destroyed coffee table scattered in front of them, their hearts started pounding.

They were at a loss, and it showed on their faces.

Did Mr. Campbell vent his anger at Mr. Quigley and this beauty?

Specifically for James' case, when he previously overheard Craig mentioning that Harold was Logan's superior, he was merely surprised.

Now that he saw the usually dominant Logan standing behind Harold in a respectful manner, the sight was shocking enough to send his brain into disarray.

“We are Craig McGowan and James Smith, offering our respects to Mr. Campbell and Mr. Quigley!” the two of them greeted Harold and Logan with their heads inclined reverently and with similarly respectful expressions.

They then looked at Carolyn curiously, wondering how they should refer to the beauty before them.

Logan turned his eyes toward the two, and his gaze turned cold.

“This beauty is Carolyn Suthers, a warrior from Baykeep. You may refer to her as Ms. Suthers. As for Mr. Campbell who is seated before you, he is the one whose name resounds from the past to the present and whose power is capable of making the world tremble, also known as the God of War,” Logan stated. “Also, wherever Mr. Campbell is present, there is only one person whom you should speak respectfully to. Got it?”

Logan's final sentence caused Craig and James to start shivering and to almost kneel down.

Waves of emotions swelled within them.

They could not believe that the young beauty before them was the acclaimed Carolyn Suthers from Baykeep.

Even more shocking to them was the fact that Harold turned out to be the God of War, whose power was capable of shaking the entire world and whose name resounded from the past to the present!

It's no wonder how someone as powerful as Mr. Quigley is only his subordinate. This man's status was gained through slaughtering tens of thousands of soldiers. Not even an army of millions could match him, who would be armed with a single gun!

After the war six years ago, Harold had become a godlike figure in the hearts of the people of Chanaea.

So long as he was there, no foreign forces dared to invade their country.

Both Craig and James did not expect to find the God of War, who had disappeared for five whole years, to be hiding in Dellmoor.

What excited them more was the fact that the very Mr. Quigley, who had helped them, was actually Logan Quigley who had fought beside the God of War.

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