Aston and the others'' expressions were horrible.


    They were in disbelief; they didn''t think Harvey could tell they were using a talisman to fake Aston''s death.


    The best way to counter that talisman was something filthy. Pig swill was naturally the best medicine.


    Cliff and the others waved their hands, smirking coldly. Many workers rushed forward, clutching steel bats.


    Before, they felt guilty because they thought they had killed someone. Now that they had regained their moral high


    ground, they wanted to retaliate.


    The rest of the customers finally understood the situation.


    Aston and his rtives were here to make trouble!


    Not only did Harvey see through their geomancy arts, but he humiliated them in public as well.


    After realizing they had beenpletely fooled by these shameless people, the customers stood on the benches


    with a righteous look.


    "You think you can just cause trouble in the Fortune Hall, you b*stards?"


    "You scared the shit out of me! Do you think you can leave without giving us an exnation?"


    "You people are unforgivable! How dare you make us misunderstand Master York?"


    They had been used to harm an impressive geomancy expert who sold his services at a cheap price. They were


    pissed!


    ''They''re trying to get rid of someone who''s helping us!''


    "Exin to you?"


    The middle-aged woman stood back up, smirking coldly.


    "Do you have any idea who you went against, Harvey York?"


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    "Do you need me to teach you a lesson?" she challenged. p!


    However, Harvey couldn''t be bothered to talk; he quickly sent her flying with another p.


    "Do you think you can show off just because I''m keeping you alive?"


    "You have no right!"


    Half an hourter, Aston and the others were taken away by the police.


    Harvey didn''t follow them; he narrowed his eyes, his face scrunched in deep thought as he watched the police cars


    drive away.


    Not long after, Cliff told Harvey about the investigation.


    "Sir York, that old man is Aston Lee. The guys with him aren''t his rtives, they''re just actors."


    "They usually work together to scam people out of their money."


    "Also..."


    "What?" Harvey nced at Cliff.


    "Aston vomited in the car after a while. He looked as if he just woke up from a dream, and he didn''t remember


    what he did."


    "I went to take a look at him at the police station. It didn''t seem like he''s pretending."


    "Do you want to go as well?"


    Harvey frowned for a moment. "No need. Did he vomit out something like a yellow paper?"


    Cliff froze, then pulled out a few pictures on his phone and showed it to Harvey.


    It was a picture of Aston''s vomit. There was a piece of yellow paper in an inconspicuous spot.


    "Interesting," Harvey muttered.


    Seeing the yellow paper, Harvey could tell that Aston was framed. Others probably wouldn''t know it. He was


    controlled.


    The person who did it knew Aston wasn''t a violent person. It was why he was chosen.