Harvey York's Rise to Power

Harvey York then spoke indifferently before

Teresa Thompson could respond, “Crushing all my bones? Throwing them into a vase?

“Denver Hamilton, since you are so capable, why don’t you try to attack me?”

“Try to attack you?!”

After hearing this, Dale Flynn and the other guests in Chinese clothes all showed sarcastic expressions.

This brat certainly did not know his place!

Did he think he could do anything he wanted in Las Vegas just because he practiced martial arts?

Those foreign bodyguards had defeated many so -called masters under the Third Young Master

in the past.

Those foreign bodyguards were all retired soldiers from Northern Europe, and each of them was a

master and could easily fight against hundreds on the battlefield.

Third Young Master had paid a considerable S price to hire those eight foreign bodyguards,

Now that Harvey was clamoring in front of those people, it seemed that he had overestimated his

capabilities.

“So, it turns out that there really are people who aren’t afraid of death these days!”

That greasy young man said mockingly.

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“Since it’s Third Young Master’s order, kill him!”

Four of those foreign bodyguards moved forward at the same time. All of them moved decisively, blasting

punches and kicks in an instant.

Those foreign bodyguards were indeed quite capable.

At least there were no fancy moves when they fought. Ordinary masters might not even be able to rival

them.

However, Harvey looked indifferent. This level was no different from a child playing with mud in front of

him.

The moment the first person rushed over, Harvey took a step forward indifferently and then slapped him.

Slap!

The first person could not see Harvey’s movements. He just went blank as if the sky was falling apart. He

then felt pain in his left cheek, and he instantly flew off.

Slap, slap, slap!

The other three foreign bodyguards also flew off. Some hit the marble column, and some even hit the

glass coffee table. The ground instantly

turned into a mess.

“What?!”

The expression on Dale and others faces changed drastically, and they looked horrid.

“Third Young Master, if that’s all your bodyguards got, then I’m afraid they won’t be able to protect you.” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Harvey said indifferently while taking out a tissue to wipe his fingers.

Saying this sentence certainly carried a lot of weight and applied a lot of pressure since it was said after

throwing the foreign bodyguards with just a few slaps.

The atmosphere in the crowd was slightly tense, and almost everyone retracted their initial disdain for

Harvey.

Several female guests even looked at Harvey intently, with surprised looks on their faces:

Apparently, they never thought that Harvey’s seemingly thin figure contained such terrifying strength and

speed.

It was no wonder Teresa dared to be so arrogant. It turned out that she had brought a good fighter along

with her!

Nonetheless, those mixed feelings quickly faded.

After all, nowadays, no matter how good at fighting he was, he was just a thug.

Energy, power, connections, money. Any of those could crush a person to the ground.

The two words “good fighter” were just a joke in front of those things, as mentioned earlier.

Dale even sighed and said, “Brat, you are finished!

He had seen too many ignorant and insensible people in Las Vegas and Hong Kong.

Meanwhile, Dale also felt frustrated while looking at Teresa.

Things that could have been solved easily had turned into such a big mess. How would he clean up the

mess in a while?

Sure enough, all those had nothing to do with Dale. He did not care about this. As long as Denver

managed to get Teresa, he could still get tens of thousands of dollars.

However, Harvey moved his index finger, beckoning at that greasy young man at this moment.