Harvey York's Rise to Power

Xyla chuckled after hearing Emil's words.

"Give up, Harvey. You can't protect Miley. She has nothing to do with you, no matter how we look at it.

"This is the sect's business! If you're still going to get involved, then don't blame US if you actually die for it!" Harvey sighed.

"So after the Smalt Sect starts working together with Evermore ... You people think you're very impressive, huh?

"Well, I have a question... Emil's clearly from America. His father's not actually Roue of the Twelve Earthly Branches, right?"

"You know Roue?" Emil frowned, then looked at Harvey fiercely. "Looks like you're no ordinary man either, kid...but it's a shame, you forgot something." Harvey smiled. "And what's that?"

"People who know too much die quicker."

Emil licked his lips.

"I only wanted to cripple you at first. Since you know I'm from Evermore and who Roue actually is... I have no choice but to kill you now!"

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Harvey was confused.

"You actually think that the fact you're from Evermore is a secret? Your subordinate's using that name to scare people! Maybe you should be killing that guy first before lecturing me, right? Why are you here teaching me how to do things?"

Emil scoffed coldly, then pointed in Harvey's direction.

"Make it quick, other than the woman I want, kill everyone here and bury them in the desert."

Xyla revealed a playful expression. She found a place to sit while watching the show with her legs crossed, waiting to see how Harvey would break through the situation.

Harvey sighed; he squinted at Emil's back with a smile, ignoring the approaching Americans.

"Did anyone tell you that you're about to die?" he said.

The Americans burst out in rage; some of them pulled out their firearms with safeties off.

"How dare you curse at Young Master Emil, you bastard?!" they exclaimed, pointing their firearms at Harvey.

"I know you're scared to die, Harvey," Xyla exclaimed coldly.

"But there's no need to say that. You're saying that Young Master Emil's about to die? Even if you die a hundred times over, it still wouldn't happen to Young Master Emil!" Harvey chuckled.

"You can't say that for sure, and neither can I."

He casually raised his cup.

Bam!

Emil was about to leave the room, then looked back at Harvey with disbelief. "You have medical skills?"

Harvey tilted his head.

"I don't. But your white hair tells me that your thumb would occasionally twitch. The room's pretty warm here, but you still have to wear three layers of clothes. "More importantly, one blue pill is more than enough for any ordinary person. However, you need twelve of them to see an effect.

"It's not that your kidneys are weak. There's cold air inside you, obstructing your blood flow... Without the blue pills, you have no power to stay erect."