Dauntless God Of War

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“Don't kick me! I'll leave.”

Having learned his lesson, Bill acquiesced hastily when Harold raised his foot and turned to run outside.

The crowd gathered at the entrance was flabbergasted by the sight of Bill's behavior.

Even Luna was amazed.

It was difficult for her to believe that the arrogant man earlier was the same person as the coward she had just witnessed.

Within the short span of three seconds, Bill had completely transformed.

This guy is a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong.

“Don't ever harass her again, or I'll kick your ass!” Harold said coldly to Bill's leaving figure.

The subordinates who were sent flying by Harold's kick earlier helped each other to their feet.

One by one, they scrambled out of Luna Clinic's in Bill's wake.

“Just you wait! I won't let you off the hook if anything happens to my father!”

Bill issued a menacing threat to Harold and Luna after he exited the clinic and found that Harold did not give chase.

The patients enjoying the show could not help laughing at his cowardly behavior.

“Don't get too cocky!”

Seeing that Bill actually had the audacity to threaten him, Harold dashed forward, attempting to beat the former up.

Turning pale, Bill leaped into his car and sped off.

“Wait for us, Mr. Condle!”

Since their leader had fled, Bill's men quickly hopped onto their own vehicles and followed suit.

The patients gathered at the entrance erupted into applause after witnessing how Harold effortlessly resolved the crisis.

With looks of admiration, they gave him thumbs-up of approval.

“Do you believe I'm the God of War now, Doctor?” Harold asked, looking pleased with himself as he turned to look at Luna.

Luna was initially about to thank Harold, but his words made her swallow hers. Instead, she rolled her eyes at him and chided in a huff, “What's there to believe? Don't start thinking of yourself as the God of War just because you can fight. The God of War wouldn't even flinch when faced with a large army. If you're really him, prove to me that you'll be similarly unfazed when facing a large army.”

“There isn't an army here for me to prove myself!”

Harold didn't know how else he could convince the woman.

“Stop calling yourself the God of War if you can't prove it. Since you can't remember your name and want to be the God of War so badly, I'll call you Harold. As for the title of the God of War, we'll see if you can prove yourself worthy of it.”

As Luna spoke, she pressed Harold down on the couch, gave him a glucose drip, and then turned her attention to her other patients.

Harold had no choice but to continue the endeavor of recalling his name.

Soon after, the other patients departed with their prescriptions.

After finishing up with work, Luna felt sorry for Harold when she saw how he was still trying hard to remember what was his name.