Harvey York calmly glanced at Dylan Bowie and his lackeys.

He knew that the people behind them were the same people who had Mac Bauer’s back.

He did not mind teaching those people a lesson so they would humble themselves.

“You b*stard!

“How dare you?!

“You hit me twice?!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Dylan’s mouth. He was chuckling out of unbridled rage.

“You ignorant f*ck!”

Dylan furiously pointed toward Harvey’s direction.

“Kill him!” he exclaimed.

“Go!”

A dozen fighters from the Bowie family took off their jackets before charging at Harvey with tables and chairs in hand.

Harvey walked forward without a care in the world.

Slap slap slap!

A series of slaps could be heard.

In just a single moment, the fighters were all covering their faces as they were sent flying. As soon as they landed back on the ground, they were wailing in pain while all of them rolled all over the place.

The trump cards Dylan would usually use to flaunt his strength were all taken down in jus