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.

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

enough to prove just how

“Senior! Senior!”

their personal talismans and fed

even bat an eye at his fallen disciple. He had no time to

the talisman he drew up inside a bowl, then added water

and his stomach was hurting. It

looked at Harvey with

you’re

see how long you’ll

this,

should just

quickly drank the water

and he vomited a mouthful

he was

The crowd was shocked.

Harvey to be completely fine even as the

over Harvey just now, couldn’t even

letting out a drop of blood. Everyone watched as he dispersed the evil energy