“I didn’t let him enroll, since he looked pretty weak…”


    “But he insisted oning, saying that he wants to get healthier.”


    “He grabbed a prop sword on his own before passing out.”


    “He stopped breathing after a short while.”


    “The family members showed up out of nowhere after that.”


    “They said we were the ones who killed him.”


    “I tried to exin the situation, but they just beat me up without even listening to me.”


    “If I wasn’t good at fighting, I would’ve been dead by now!”


    “I didn’t even fight back after so long.”


    Dillon briefly exined the situation to Harvey, sounding unspeakably helpless.


    As the top disciple of Flutwell’s Longmen branch, Dillon had always been the one showing off, doing whatever he


    pleased wherever he went.


    But not only was he taking the me for something he didn’t do, he was also beaten up to the point where his face


    waspletely swollen.


    While Dillon was exining the situation, the hunk eximed loudly, “You killed my father!”


    “Everyone here is a witness!”


    “My father goes dancing at the public square every single day. He has quite a few dance partners too.”


    “A bunch of people in the district wouldin about him, since he does this at four o’clock every morning!”


    “This should be enough to prove just how healthy he is!”


    “But now what?”


    “My father died before evening here for two minutes!”


    “If you didn’t kill him, then who did?!”


    “Oh, Father!” the hunk wailed in sorrow.


    “What a horrible way for you to go!”


    “What will Auntie Jackson, Auntie Lee, and Auntie Foster do?!”


    “It’s all my fault!”


    “I couldn’t keep you safe!”


    “I can’t believe I just let you wander in this heinous Budokan!”


    The crowd nodded in unison; the elderly man did seem quite healthy when he came to the Budokan.


    The problem was already quite apparent when he waved the prop sword around.


    He was lying on the ground like a dead person. In such a situation, ming the Martial Hall was the only logical


    exnation.


    After seeing the crowd on his side, the hunk took the opportunity to fan the mes


    even more.


    “You betterpensate for this! I want fifteen million dors right now!”


    “If not, I’ll call the cops and report to them that you were disregarding human life and were doing whatever you


    please!”


    “Not only are you going topensate…”


    “But you’ll also be sitting behind bars for the rest of your life!”


    The crowd all stood, ready to beat up Dillon once again.


    But after recalling Harvey’s ferocious p, they gave up instantly. They wouldn’t dare take a single step forward, so


    all they did was re furiously at him.


    If looks could kill, Harvey would’ve been dead a thousand times over.


    “Enough. I understand now.”


    Harvey nced calmly at the hunk.


    “You won’t get a chance to ckmail me here.”


    He crouched down to check on the elderly man.


    The man was five foot six and rtively skinny; he seemed no different than normal people.


    However, an odd aura could be felt from him.


    It was as if the man suppressed his breathing to put himself in a state of ying


    dead.


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    If Harvey wasn’t an experienced man, he would’ve been easily fooled.