“Hmmm…”


    A terrifying voice sounded.


    A woman wearing traditional Indian clothing suddenly stepped out of the crowd. He wore a face scarf


    that showed some skin. Her waist was clearly visible, and a Cat''s Eye Stone was attached to her navel.


    He exuded a refreshing fragrance as he walked out. The aroma was like the breeze on the beach,


    captivating everyone''s hearts.


    He held a sword covered in jewels. Although his attitude was gentle, his expression was fierce. Simply


    put, a woman is a rose covered in thorns.


    “And who are you?” Harvey asked, looking at the Indian woman.


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    The woman smiled; his eyes can trap your heart.


    “I am Wanda Garcia from India. I''m here to learn how you argue. However, I am willing to grant your


    request if you surrender and let me capture you right now.”


    Wanda looked at Harvey deeply. Ordinary men would have knelt under her skirt.


    "Do you agree tomit suicide?" Harvey said, ring at him.


    Wanda froze, as if she had been pped in the face. He red at Harvey sharply, showing nothing but


    anger. He didn''t know if Harvey was an idiot or just rude.


    "Enough. Come to me! Stop this barking.”


    Harvey scoffed.


    “You guys are really funny. You guys can''t even handle the chaos in your own country, but you came


    here to get justice, like everyone else? Do you guys really think you have a chance to be one of


    the five directors of the World Martial Alliance?”


    Wanda''s face darkened. “Watch your tongue, Harvey!”


    “Watch my tongue?”


    Harvey showed a cheerful smile.


    “You all caused trouble at my brother''s funeral. Not only are you dying his funeral, but you are also


    trying to nder his name!


    “You want me to be respectful when you do the opposite?


    "What do you think?!


    "Whatever happens, let it happen! Don''t you understand that?!”


    Wanda narrowed her eyes at Harvey. “Country H has five thousand years of civilization, and this is


    what a developed civilization looks like?”


    “After all, only a worthy person can impose his will on others. You already disrespect me. Do you want


    me to let you p me? Do you consider that civilized? In my opinion, hitting you is a better choice!


    “Don''t forget, Wanda! I have beaten all India''s best athletes alone in Flutwell! You still n to fight me


    now? Who gave you courage? Julia?” Harvey growled.


    Wanda showed a terrible expression. Since the fight at Flutwell, Harvey''s name has been a trauma for


    everyone in India.


    He wanted to fight back, but he couldn''t help but shiver.


    It was unavoidable – there was too much pressure.