Harvey York’s Rise to Power

Everyone instinctively looked at Emil.
'He can't get it up with a single blue pill? He’s not taking drugs anymore! He's playing with his life!’
Xyla showed an odd gaze; she tried to control herself, but she couldn't help but smirk.
'If that’s the case, then he should just cut it off at this point!'
Emil glared at Harvey, confused, ignoring everyone else’s gaze. Harvey's deductions were spot on.
He took a deep breath before finally speaking up. "How did you know?’’
Harvey was just an ant he could crush easily...but now, his value was priceless.
Harvey said he had no medical skilL.but seeing through Emil’s sickness was enough to prove his strength.

"I can see it with my own eyes. This only happened because you went berserk; you wanted to increase your strength by skipping steps.
"The martial art you trained in must be suitable for people with a colder temperature. That’s why you’ve been suffering a cold for a long time.
"I don't know what genius told you to deal with the problem by using Casks...but you're only delaying the inevitable.
“If I’m correct, the cold will reach your heart in a few weeks.
When that happens, it’d be weird if you didn’t die.”
Emil's expression changing; then he waved his hand, signaling the Americans to stay back.
"Do you have a way to cure that?’’ he said, squinting at Harvey. The playful look on his face was long gone.
"I do. I can make sure that you return to normal, too. But why should I do that in the first place?” Harvey said.
“You..."
Maybe because of his fear or the fact that Harvey managed to point out Emil's sickness with ease, Emil started to feel hope.
Excitement and struggle could be seen in his eyes.
His mind told him that Harvey would never help him because of their clash of interests. However, he also knew that he wouldn't live long unless Harvey helped.
Xyla quickly came to her senses, and looked at Emil. Judging from Emil’s expression, she could see that Harvey was telling the truth.