The cars chasing behind seemed more intimidating, as if they could feel Harvey York''s fear. The V12 engines were


    constantly roaring like steel beasts preparing to attack.


    They were not going to hold back unless Harvey was crushed.


    "Have mercy at heart...


    "Go! Take him out of his misery!"


    The car in the middle had a fierce-looking monk ying with his knife in the passenger''s seat.


    He also had aptop filled with Harvey''s information.


    Naturally, the Indians had more knowledge of Harvey than the Faceless Group.


    The monk, Boston Garcia, knew that Harvey had a massive conflict with the Indians back in Flutwell as well.


    He also knew that Harvey was the one who saved Dean Cobb.


    That said, that was the extent of his knowledge.


    On the one hand, the higher-ups did not want theckeys to know too much in case they got intimidated. After all,


    the only people without fear were children.


    On the other hand, they did not fully understand Harvey either.


    After all, the people who did back then were all taken out.


    That was why Boston and his men were here toplete the mission.


    ording to his order, he would rise from a Vaishya to a mighty Kshatriya if Harvey was taken out.


    Boston''s eyes were filled with burning passion after thinking of all the benefits of that title alone.


    He quickly waved his hand with a fierce expression.


    "Go! Go together!


    "Step on the gas!"


    The other monks in the car were all chuckling wretchedly.


    As Rakshasa Monks, they knew they would get a lot of perks just by killing Harvey.


    They had no intention of holding back as they twirled their knives around.


    Harvey could clearly feel the murderous intent behind him, but he had no time to intervene either. He had no


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    choice but to pick up the pace.


    On a street without a lot of pedestrians, the cars were flying past as if they were racing for their lives.


    Harvey felt annoyed when he saw the sight behind him.


    He could tell that the cars trailing him would not just give up.


    It would be more troublesome if he left the Rakshasa Monks alive.


    Harvey furiously stepped on the gas when he spun the steering wheel, elegantly turning the car a hundred and


    eighty degrees.


    Then, he charged right at the car in front of him.


    Nobody expected Harvey would actually do something this suicidal.


    Boston, who was showing a fierce expression, screamed,"


    Move!


    "Get out of the way!"


    The driver resentfully swerved out of the way.


    At the same time, the windows were rolled down when a few monks raised their crossbows, ready to pull the


    trigger.


    It was a shame that Harvey was faster. He mmed his hand on his window when shards were seen flying straight


    ahead.


    Pffft!


    The shards neatly flew to the car beside him before lodging into the monks'' throats. Blood immediately spurted all


    over the ce...