Harvey smiled noncommittally. “To me, there are only people I want to kill, and no people that I couldn’t kill.”

“Even God couldn’t save whoever I wish to kill.”

At this moment, a voice rang from the third floor of the villa. “Young man, you have no right to talk that way!”

Roy was shocked. He then said excitedly, “Brother Mark! You’re finally here!”

A man around twenty-seven or eight years old appeared. He was very tall, and he was dressed in a suit. He bore a look of extreme arrogance, as