“Your words!

“Then don’t put the blame on me for what’ll happen next!”

Harvey York chuckled before waving his hand furiously.

Dozens of people appeared out of the woods surrounding the place.

Those people were in black sneaking suits. Clearly, they were also experienced people.

Their hands were holding repeating crossbows with arrows soaked in poison before pointing them toward Harvey’s direction.

They were the Lowe family and the Bowie family’s best trump card, the sacrificial soldiers.