Xynthia''s eyes twitched when she saw all this happen.


    She had experienced much, but her instincts were still repulsed by the sight of violence.


    Harvey smiled at her and held her hand, giving herfort.


    The man with a buzz cut grabbed a few more beer bottles and smashed them all on theckey''s head, cracking his


    head to the point his face waspletely covered in blood.


    The man then pped his hands, signaling for the others to take a turn after he was done.


    Harlem, who had been constantly boasting about his own strength, watched with frantically twitching his eyes. He


    had no courage to stop the situation.


    "Myckey has done the wrong thing! He deserves to get beaten up like this!"


    Harlem gritted his teeth and took a step forward, trying to save hisckey from the verge of death. "That said, you


    should stop while you''re ahead. He belongs to Country J, after all."


    "He has diplomatic immunity!"


    "If he dies here, we''ll all get in trouble!"


    Harlem still had a bit of courage for now.


    After all, not only was he a huge celebrity, but he was also from Country J. His reputation would bepletely


    tarnished if he didn''t step up.


    Even so, he was scared!


    The man with a buzz cut grinned, and waved his hand to stop his posse from doing anything.


    Harlem couldn''t help but get a little smug when he saw that. He knew he should''ve revealed his identity in the first


    ce.


    He was convinced the man didn''t want to have a diplomatic dispute.


    Harlem thought that he was being given respect.


    "Country J?"


    The man narrowed his eyes, smiling faintly.


    Harlem puffed up his chest, thinking that the man was actually afraid of him.


    "That''s right! We''re all from Country J!


    "Our influence here is incredible!


    "If you show me respect, we can be friends.


    "We''ll definitely see each other in the future, after all..."


    p!


    The man squinted, then took a step forward to p Harlem in the face.


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    "You...!" Harlem eximed, covering his horrible expression.


    p!


    The man swung his palm once again.


    Harlem screamed in pain.


    "You''re crossing the line!


    "Us from Country I are no easy targets!"


    p!


    The man swung the back of his palm this time.


    "I''m crossing the line?


    "You people are no easy targets?


    "How dare you show off like that here?


    "How dare you go against me?


    "Whether we let you off the hook or not...


    "Isn''t up to you!


    "I have the final say here!


    "How dare you unt your strength when I haven''t even said a word?


    "Huuuh?!"


    The man took a step forward before pping Harlem around, making his head spin as he stumbled back. His face


    waspletely swollen; he was filled with rage, but he wouldn''t dare talk back.


    "I''m Harlem Lee. I belong to the Golden Studios. If you can just show me some respect ..." he said, lowering his


    head.


    "Later, I''ll introduce you to a few celebrities"


    ***


    p!


    The man with a buzz cut revealed a cold expression.


    "Respect?


    "What kind of respect can a man from Country J get here?


    "I''m Kade Bolton. I don''t need to give that to you."