Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 353

“Franklin, what's happening to you again? Don't scare me!”

The crowd was astonished when they saw Franklin collapsing again.

Then, they helped him get back to his bed to rest.

Samuel took his pulse again.

“Dr. Thompson, what's wrong with Franklin? Is he going to be fine?” Stephanie anxiously asked while following Samuel.

All the other big shots stared at Samuel as well.

“Old Mr. Jackson is fine. He merely passed out because of rage-induced hypertension. He'll be fine after I help him regulate his blood pressure. However, we'll need to slowly condition his body with medication for some time before he can regain his past vigor as his internal organs were previously weakened.”

Everyone let out a sigh of relief after hearing Samuel's calm response.

Franklin gradually regained consciousness after he underwent another acupuncture session with Samuel.

Subsequently, Samuel prescribed some medications for Stephanie to purchase and prepare for Franklin's consumption.

“Old Mr. Jackson, who is that Mr. Campbell? Why did he frighten you to such an extent?” Sebastian Lambert, the mayor, asked curiously after noticing Franklin's condition had stabilized.

After listening to Franklin's words earlier, they finally realized the Mr. Campbell mentioned by Samuel was the young man who was brought away by Joe.

Nevertheless, they were baffled by how Franklin, a shipping magnate, and Samuel regarded the insignificant young man with such respect.

After all, they were the leading people in their respective fields of expertise.

Normally, prominent figures like them had their pride, so they would never yield to others, much less venerate others.

Most of the time, they were the ones being revered by others.

“Five years ago, he was—”

“Ahem! Old Mr. Jackson, we are not allowed to divulge Mr. Campbell's identity without his permission.”

Just when Franklin was about to expose Harold's identity to others in his excitement and flaunt his relationship with the latter, Samuel piped up in a reminder, prompting the agitated Franklin to catch himself. Mr. Campbell disappeared for so many years and has always been reluctant to show himself in public. He even wore a mask on the battlefield in the past. I reckon he must be unwilling to let others know his real identity. If I uncover his identity just like that and ruin any plan he may have, I'm sure Mr. Campbell won't forgive me.

At that thought, Franklin broke out in a cold sweat and gazed at Samuel gratefully.

Samuel's words and Franklin's gesture further piqued everyone's curiosity.

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Franklin contemplated briefly before speaking to Sebastian. “Mr. Lambert, I can't reveal Mr. Campbell's identity. Nonetheless, I can firmly inform you that none of us here can afford to mess with him. Contact Chief Zinke immediately and tell him to release Mr. Campbell. Otherwise, all of us will be in great trouble.”

“Okay. I'll make the call at once.”

Upon hearing Franklin and Samuel's conversation, Sebastian could tell Harold's background was formidable, so he hurriedly agreed. After all, the victim, Franklin, has decided not to pursue that matter further. Not to mention, he's scared out of his wits, so why should I involve myself in this mess?

With that, he strode toward his car, which was parked outside, and dialed Joe's number.

However, he grew anxious because he couldn't get through to the police chief even after dialing Joe's office and personal numbers.

“Zane, do you still remember the name of that young man who was brought away by Chief Zinke?” Sebastian asked his driver since the latter had trailed behind him when he attended the wedding.

“Mr. Lambert, that young man's name was Harold Campbell.”

The driver had an excellent memory, so he was able to answer Sebastian after thinking for a few seconds.

“The most eminent figure five years ago was Harold, the God of War. Hold on. Harold Campbell. Harold, the God of War... Could he be the distinguished man from five years ago?”

Sebastian muttered a few keywords. Then, he seemed to have connected the dots in his mind and turned pale in shock.