The cars chasing behind seemed more intimidating, as if they could feel Harvey York’s fear. The V12 engines were constantly roaring like steel beasts preparing to attack.

They were not going to hold back unless Harvey was crushed.

“Have mercy at heart…

“Go! Take him out of his misery!”

The car in the middle had a fierce-looking monk playing with his knife in the passenger’s seat.

He also had a laptop filled with Harvey’s information.

Naturally, the Indians had more knowledge of Harvey than