Harvey York's Rise to Power

"What? You're not planning to refuse, are you?"

Xyla squinted at Miley, the smile on her face becoming colder and colder. "You should know what'll happen to the Surrey family if you do refuse."

Xyla was sure Miley would know her place as soon as she pointed that out.

Harvey chuckled, and poured himself another cup of tea.

"I'm sorry. Not just the Surrey family...

"The Wolven Tribe and the four great tribes are working under me right now. You want to lay your hands on the Surrey family? I'm afraid you'll have to go through me first." "They're working under you?"

Xyla showed a look of understanding.

"You're Harvey York. The man who won the competition in the oasis... The expert from America, Salem, lost against you too. Am I right?"

Xyla didn't mention anything about stinger at all; she only said all that just for Emil to hear.

As expected, Emil's expression changed slightly when he was initially ready to watch the show. He sized up Harvey with a horrible expression before finally speaking up. "You were the one who took out that filth stinger?

"I've already talked about this with my father.

"Salem has already reached his limits. A man who reached those heights using genetic science means nothing. He wasn't exactly a peak martial artist...but he's not exactly a mutant either. "He's just a hybrid that came out of an experiment.”

Harvey frowned after hearing Emil's words.

Salem was a God of War; despite dying to a single slap to the face, he was still the best talent of any top-rated family.

Yet, in Emil's eyes, Salem was nothing to him.

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"What? Are you scared?"

Emil looked very smug.

"I'll be honest with you. My father has a lot more people like Salem.

"No matter how strong you are, how many of them do you think you can even fight? Two? Three? If I want to, you'd be beaten to a pulp once I get them to jump you together! "Besides, I have Mutants with me as well. Your impressive martial art is nothing to me!

"If I were you, I'd hand over the girl so I can enjoy myself. It'd be bad once I get angry!"

Emil clapped.

A middle-aged man with a slightly greenish skin stepped out. The man was wearing a huge white coat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He glanced at Harvey with a gentle smile. For some reason, Harvey could sense something unnerving about this man.

'A Mutant...'

Harvey instantly came to his senses. The man wasn't an expert martial artist, but the peak of America's genetic science-a Mutant!

This was a being on par with the Knights Templar of Northern Europe, witchcraft of the South Sea, and Country H's martial arts.