“I-Is that man truly Craig himself? Or am I blind?”
“You're not wrong. Who else could it be but him with that shiny bald head?”
It was six o'clock in the evening and the peak hour for dinner.
Outside Paradise Hotel, there was a long queue of individuals awaiting verification of their membership
cards.
Then and there, everyone was shell-shocked as if they had seen a ghost. They stared in disbelief at
the scene unfolding before their eyes.
It's Craig! One of the three biggest figures in Dellmoor! He's also one of the people in charge of
Paradise Hotel.
Not even Philip, the richest man in Dellmoor, and Moneybags Smith dared to put on airs before Craig,
let alone the average person.
Craig was a powerful figure who was capable of controlling everything and having anyone at his beck
and call in Dellmoor. Yet, at that moment, someone as powerful as him was somehow kneeling before
an unknown young man and was even slapping himself repeatedly while asking for forgiveness.
The sight of that completely toppled the understanding of the wealthy individuals present. What in the
world is happening? Who is this young man in front of us? What immense power does he hold that
could frighten Craig into kneeling down before him? No wonder he dares to call Craig by his name.
Despite everything, the person most shocked by the development was the woman standing next to
Harold, Isabella.
She was already prepared to run away with her mother a few moments ago.
However, Craig's behavior after he rushed out of the hotel left her completely dumbfounded.
She was convinced that the bald man before her was undoubtedly Craig.
Back when Turner Corporation was bidding for a project under Craig, Isabella once had the privilege to
see him up close.
Even though it was only for a short minute or two, Craig's shiny bald head was exceptionally
conspicuous and had left a deep impression in Isabella's mind.
Isabella's thoughts began to race. Perhaps Harold wasn't lying? Is he truly the person in the legends?
The undefeated God of War who laid waste to thousands of armies and who shocked the world? But
other than him sharing the same name “Harold” with the rumored God of War, his thoughts and
mannerisms are entirely different from what's mentioned in the legends!
Isabella began to recall the rumors. Legend has it that Harold, the God of War, had a limitless amount
of money and influence. He was swift and decisive with his actions and never showed mercy to his
enemies!
She then examined the “Harold” before her eyes with scrutiny. This Harold is a womanizer! He's a
romantic airhead who is always flirting with women, and he couldn't even fork out three hundred
thousand as a betrothal gift. The worst part is that he even tricked my dad into giving him money!
Isabella had no doubt that her worldview would collapse if the man before her was indeed the God of
War. However, if he isn't the God of War, what's the explanation for this turn of events? How could he,
with a single phone call, get Craig running out here just to kneel and apologize?
Isabella pondered for a moment. In all of Dellmoor, there should be no one apart from the mysterious
Mr. Quigley who could possess such influence. Could it be that he's the mysterious Mr. Quigley
himself? No, that doesn't sound right. Craig called him Mr. Campbell just now instead of Mr. Quigley.
The moment Isabella thought about Logan, a revelation crossed her mind. However, once she tried to
delve into it further, she couldn't quite comprehend that thought.
Meanwhile, Craig was still kneeling on the floor. He had no thoughts to spare for the public who were
shooting him curious glances. In that instant, he was consumed with fear.
A few minutes prior, Craig was listening to a report from his subordinate in a conference room when he
abruptly received a call from Logan.
“Craig, you must have grown a pair of balls. My boss, Mr. Campbell, has visited Paradise Hotel. How
dare your lapdogs stop him from entering the hotel! Do you still want to keep your position, or not? If
not, then I'll have someone take over your spot immediately. There are many out there who have their
eyes on your position.”
Even though the conversation was being held via phone, Craig could still sense the murderous intent
emitting from Logan.
It was only then that Craig became aware that there was another prominent figure behind Logan.
The discovery terrified Craig as Logan was akin to a god-like presence in his heart.
Five years ago, Craig was but a meager hooligan on the streets. It was only thanks to Logan's
endorsement that Craig climbed to the prized position of the Underground King of Dellmoor and
became the person in charge of Paradise Hotel.
With a single statement from Logan, everything Craig possessed could disappear into thin air.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that there was someone above the god-like Logan and that it
was Harold. How formidable this Mr. Campbell must be to preside above Mr. Quigley!
At that moment, Craig no longer wished for much. He no longer cared about keeping his position as the
person in charge of Paradise Hotel.
Neither did he hope to remain as the Underground King of Dellmoor.
His only wish was for Harold to spare his life.
Craig slapped himself several times in succession, but he still heard nothing from Harold. He became
disheartened, and his body began to tremble.
“Mr. Campbell, please forgive me. I'm fully aware of my mistakes! I'll get rid of the manager and these
security guards later on! I will never let them appear before you, ever again!” Noting that his self-
inflicted slaps were ineffective, Craig switched his tactics. He started to bow down with his head almost
touching the floor.
His large head knocked heavily on the solid high-end marble floor, giving off countless pounding
sounds. It did not take long before his forehead began to bleed, and blood flowed down his face.
The sight was utterly horrifying.
As for the manager and the security guards, they had already slumped onto the ground in horror.
They had never witnessed Craig be so afraid of another human being.
However, they saw it with their very own eyes that day, and it was such a startling scene.
When Craig declared that he would get rid of them, the manager had pissed himself. The scent of urine
soon infused the area.
The color also drained from the security guards' faces.
Given Craig's way of doing things, the subordinates were sure that his intentions were not limited to
merely firing them when he announced that he would get rid of them. He's saying he'll wipe us off the
face of this world! Who the hell is this man? How is he capable of forcing Mr. McGowan into such a
state?
Out of everyone present, Isabella's parents were the only people watching on in excitement. Is this the
might of the God of War? He managed to frighten a formidable figure in Dellmoor without saying a
single word. This time, we're truly in the presence of the mighty God of War!
Women were naturally more sensitive to pungent odors. Hence, Isabella inadvertently frowned when
the manager urinated uncontrollably.
When Harold noticed the glum look on Isabella's face, his sole desire was only to bring Isabella indoors
as quickly as possible. He promptly opened his mouth and spoke to Craig, who was still knocking his
head on the floor. “Stand up. You're all just doing your jobs in maintaining the hotel's security. I'll let
things slide this time. Today is my wife's birthday! Go and prepare the arrangements!”
“Yes, Mr. Harold! I'll make the arrangements now!” Craig felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted
off of his shoulders when Harold, at long last, spoke. Then, using his shirt, he hastily wiped the blood
off his forehead.
After giving his reply, Craig swept a glance at the manager, who had slumped to the ground and wet
himself. “Change your clothes immediately, then contact all the customers in the hotel. Tell them that
somebody had reserved the entire place for the night and make everyone leave. Send those people
lining up back home as well!”
Once Craig was done instructing the manager, he instantly guided Harold and Isabella's family into the
hotel.
As for the wealthy people who were in line to verify their membership cards, they were peeved upon
hearing Craig's words, but no one dared to speak up.
They shuffled away under the guidance of the hotel's staff.
Among the dispersing crowd, a middle-aged man with a bushy face looked back at Harold from time to
time. He could not shake the feeling that Harold seemed familiar. It was as if they had met once upon a
time.
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