“Enough!

“Stop it with this nonsense!”

Prince Gibson stood up, then kicked down the desk in front of Harvey.

“Are you planning to break your own legs? Or do you want me to do it for you?” he snarled, pointing at Harvey.

“If I do it for you, you won’t get another chance to stand for the rest of your life!”

At that moment, sounds of engines could be heard from afar.

A few Toyota Prados parked right in front of Fortune Hall.

Eighteen men in robes walked out, each bearing stern expressions. T