Harvey York’s Rise to Power

“Let me tell you something, Harvey! Even if you go easy on me, I won’t do the same for you!”

“Your tricks won’t work on me!”

Waylon waved his hand and walked to the table, ready to make a talisman for his curse removal.

“Is that so? I’d like to see if your curse would work first, or if my fake kindness will get to you before that.”

The evil energy had surrounded Harvey completely, but he didn’t seem affected by it at all.

“Did you go easy on this b*stard, Master?”

the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

“Even if he isn’t dead, he should be suffering by now!”

“How is he still standing?”

The man glanced at Waylon’s voodoo doll, then approached it.

As soon as he touched the doll, he immediately fell to the ground and shivered.

White foam leaked out of his mouth, and he wailed in immense pain.

The middle-aged man was clearly experienced, but he was

prove just how ruthless

“Senior! Senior!”

towards him. They melted their personal talismans and fed it all to him; only

an eye at his fallen disciple. He had no time

he drew up inside a

a little limp, and his stomach was hurting. It became harder for him to breathe as

at Harvey with a cold

you’re strong,

how

I drink this, I’ll be completely

just

drank the water in the

darkened and he

if he

The crowd was shocked.

fine even as the evil energy surrounded

was lording over Harvey just now, couldn’t even

casually bit his finger, letting out a drop of blood. Everyone watched