The square–faced man tapped Lilian‘s face lightly, grinning.
“Interesting. We thought you were just some brain–dead woman, but it looks like you do have some
insight after all. At least, I‘m a little moved by your words.”
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“It‘s a shame that neither you nor I get to decide whether you live or die..
Lilian‘s body trembled in fright.
“Please, sir! Be the bigger person and let me go!”
“H–how about this? I have another few hundred million dors worth of private money. I‘ll split half of it
with you!”
The man with a square face didn‘t respond. He stood up and chuckled coldly, and then dialed a
number on his phone.
“We found Lilian, Master York. She‘s still alive.”
“Looks like the Briewood Gang kept her alive for
ransom.”
“What should we do next? ording to my intel, that man‘s already interrogated Sister Thirteen
overnight. He‘ll be here soon.”
“Why don‘t we set things up here and give him a big surprise?”
“Kill her.”
A frosty tone sounded from the other side of the phone.
to
“Kill her? But Master York, she still has value...”
The square–faced man trembled. Naturally, Lilian had already talked him over and he was tempted by
her offers.
“I said kill her. Her existence has no meaning anymore.”
“As you wish.”
The square–faced man inhaled deeply, not daring to refute his superior‘s orders.
He hung up and squinted at Lilian before letting out a sigh of regret.
“Send her off.”
One of the men in suits approached Lilian, a dagger in his hand.
Lilian, who had been listening to the conversation, screamed at the top of her lungs.
“No, don‘t kill me! Don‘t kill me!!! I have lots of money! I can give you everything I have if you just let me
live!”
The square–faced man stood still,
expressionless.
“Aaaagh!”
At this moment, wails of pain could be heard. Something had happened to the people who were standing
guard outside the warehouse.
The square–faced man instinctively turned around for a look.
The door of the entrance slowly opened, revealing Harvey‘s silhouette. He walked in without a care in the
world.
Harvey seemed calm, as if he was taking a stroll in a garden rather than entering the enemy‘s
stronghold. A strong sense of confidence and unspeakable pressure exuded from him.
Several men who were hiding in the shadows rushed out with their weapons brandished, but were all
sent flying in an instant by Harvey‘s
attacks.
The square–faced man gritted his teeth in frustration when he saw that his men were unable to hold out
against Harvey.
“Go together, all of you! Kill Harvey York!”
“Well, now. You know me?” Harvey asked,
curious.
“You‘re not from the Briewood Gang, are you? Why don‘t I have a guess as to who you work for?”
“Let‘s see. Are you Quinton‘s men?”
The square–faced man‘s eyes twitched frantically when he heard Harvey uttering his superior‘s name so
casually.
“Kill him!” he screamed, furious.
One man hiding in the shadows raised his firearm, so quietly that he was soundless. Before the man
managed to pull the trigger, Harvey
swiped his feet across the ground before and
kicked a rock at the man.
The rocknded on the man‘s head, leaving arge dent on it. He fell to the ground, paralyzed, disbelief
written all over his face.
“Go! Get him!”
Several more men with knives exchanged dubious nces before charging forward without a care in the
world.
Harvey grabbed one of their des with ease and used it to sh them all away.
sh, sh, sh!
All of them fell to the ground in an instant, out
cold.
Harvey was still showing no emotion, his face nk and eerily calm. Not a single drop of blood was on
his shirt despite having defeated so many
of his foes. He hadplete control of the entire
warehouse.