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.

he was already in a

prove just how

“Senior! Senior!”

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

bat an eye at his fallen disciple. He had no time to take care of

Waylon burned the talisman he drew up inside a

his stomach was hurting. It became harder for him to

looked at Harvey

you’re

see how

I drink this, I’ll be completely

should just

drank the

he vomited

he was

The crowd was shocked.

fine even as the

lording over Harvey just

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