Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 350

Bobby was more shocked at Harold breaking through his restraints than when Harold defeated the Jackson family's top bodyguards in one move.

Like the rest of the guests, he thought Harold had bribed the bodyguards beforehand.

However, at that moment, he knew his assumption was completely wrong and very far from the truth.

The chair Harold was sitting in was made of an alloy, while his shackles were made from steel.

Yet those two metals were extremely sturdy to a commoner. Even a cow couldn't break those metals. However, in the face of Harold's strength, it was like they were cotton candy.

The tough metals broke with a light yank.

Harold was no longer a human but a monster in Bobby's eyes.

Instead of answering Bobby's questions, Harold slowly stepped closer to him.

“Don't come near me! I can give you money! However much you want! Please don't come near me! I'm begging you!”

Bobby trembled against the wall as he gazed at the approaching Harold with fear.

The fearsome power Harold unleashed struck Bobby with terror. Bobby didn't even have the guts to stand up against him.

For every step that Harold took, Bobby's fear intensified. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He could feel his heart clenching tightly, to the point he wondered if he was having a heart attack.

His breathing turned short and ragged from the fear rushing through his veins. Harold wasn't even before him, yet he already felt like he was close to suffocating.

“Help! He wants to kill me!”

When Harold reached him, Bobby threw his scalpel at Harold with all his might in an attempt to slow the man down before racing to the door for dear life.

However, the scalpel didn't affect Harold's pace in the slightest.

Instead, Harold managed to catch the scalpel easily with his hand.

Before Bobby could reach the door, Harold had already blocked his path.

“I thought you like castrating men? Let me help you with that today,” Harold commented lightly.

“No! Please don't! Help! Someone help me!”

Bobby's knees buckled, and he stumbled to the ground as he shouted for help.

The pungent stench of urine wafted toward Harold. He frowned at the unpleasant smell.

At that moment, Joe and the others waiting outside heard Bobby's calls for help.

“Sh*t! Harold is about to lay his hands on Bobby! Get into the room! Hurry up and crash through the door!” Joe immediately ordered. His expression turned grim at the desperate screams.

Even though Wyatt and the others were curious why Bobby was calling for help instead of the restrained Harold, they didn't have time to ponder the issue and instantly rammed into the door.

The door burst open after three tries.

“Nobody move!”

The police officers saw the initially arrogant Bobby sitting on the floor with a yellow puddle beneath him. An unpleasant smell wafted over to them.

When they turned their gaze to Harold, they saw he had broken free from his shackles and was holding a scalpel in his hand, ready to cut Bobby with it.

Stunned at the turn of events, they immediately pulled out their guns and trained them on Harold.

“I'll let you go just this once.”

Disappointment flooded Harold's gaze as he tossed the scalpel away at the police's entrance.

He raised his arms in surrender, unwilling to get into an altercation with them.

“Cuff him and transfer him to the high-security detention room!” Joe ordered his subordinates as cold sweat drenched his back.

Bobby would have probably been a goner if we were a minute slower.

Soon, Harold was cuffed again and taken to a room with super tough alloy welded together as the walls.

Meanwhile, Samuel urgently rushed to the Jackson residence to treat Franklin.