Harvey’s actions were quite casual. His face held no expression, and his tone was dripping with sarcasm.

Queenie slapped Harvey’s hand away and backed away in an instant.

“Break his hand right now!” she exclaimed.

Clack, clack!

Her subordinates behind her took off the safeties of their firearms and aimed at Harvey’s limbs.

Murderous intent could also be felt from outside the room, directed straight at Harvey.

These people would not hesitate to pull the trigger if Queenie gave the order.