An abnormal, twisted smile appeared on Roy’s face.

His subordinates laughed.

All of them bore sarcastic gazes.

Harvey was certainly strong, being able to fight against Roy’s men all on his own. But in the end, he was simply over his head and overestimating himself.

Harvey spat, “I’ll say this one last time. Let her go!”

“Tut!”

Roy spat on the ground and sneered, “Kneel and lick that clean!”

“I’ll give you one minute to think about it. Either you lick my spit clean, or I’ll kill Xynthia.”