The Supreme Harvey York

Chapter 2320
The square–faced man tapped Lilian‘s face lightly, grinning.
“Interesting. We thought you were just some brain–dead woman, but it looks like you do have some insight after all. At least, I‘m
a little moved by your words.”
“It‘s a shame that neither you nor I get to decide whether you live or die..
Lilian‘s body trembled in fright.
“Please, sir! Be the bigger person and let me go!”
“H–how about this? I have another few hundred million dollars worth of private money. I‘ll split half of it with you!”
The man with a square face didn‘t respond. He stood up and chuckled coldly, and then dialed a
number on his phone.
“We found Lilian, Master York. She‘s still alive.”
“Looks like the Briewood Gang kept her alive for
ransom.”
“What should we do next? According to my intel, that man‘s already interrogated Sister Thirteen overnight. He‘ll be here soon.”
“Why don‘t we set things up here and give him a big surprise?”
“Kill her.”
A frosty tone sounded from the other side of the phone.
to
“Kill her? But Master York, she still has value...”
The square–faced man trembled. Naturally, Lilian had already talked him over and he was tempted by her offers.

“I said kill her. Her existence has no meaning anymore.”
“As you wish.”
The square–faced man inhaled deeply, not daring to refute his superior‘s orders.
He hung up and squinted at Lilian before letting out a sigh of regret.
“Send her off.”
One of the men in suits approached Lilian, a dagger in his hand.
Lilian, who had been listening to the conversation, screamed at the top of her lungs.
“No, don‘t kill me! Don‘t kill me!!! I have lots of money! I can give you everything I have if you just let me live!”
The square–faced man stood still,
expressionless.
“Aaaagh!”
At this moment, wails of pain could be heard. Something had happened to the people who were standing guard outside the
warehouse.
The square–faced man instinctively turned around for a look.
The door of the entrance slowly opened, revealing Harvey‘s silhouette. He walked in without a care in the world.
Harvey seemed calm, as if he was taking a stroll in a garden rather than entering the enemy‘s stronghold. A strong sense of
confidence and unspeakable pressure exuded from him.
Several men who were hiding in the shadows rushed out with their weapons brandished, but were all sent flying in an instant by
Harvey‘s
attacks.
The square–faced man gritted his teeth in frustration when he saw that his men were unable to hold out against Harvey.

“Go together, all of you! Kill Harvey York!”
“Well, now. You know me?” Harvey asked,
curious.
“You‘re not from the Briewood Gang, are you? Why don‘t I have a guess as to who you work for?”
“Let‘s see. Are you Quinton‘s men?”
The square–faced man‘s eyes twitched frantically when he heard Harvey uttering his superior‘s name so casually.
“Kill him!” he screamed, furious.
One man hiding in the shadows raised his firearm, so quietly that he was soundless. Before the man managed to pull the trigger,
Harvey
swiped his feet across the ground before and
kicked a rock at the man.
The rock landed on the man‘s head, leaving a large dent on it. He fell to the ground, paralyzed, disbelief written all over his face.
“Go! Get him!”
Several more men with knives exchanged dubious glances before charging forward without a care in the world.
Harvey grabbed one of their blades with ease and used it to slash them all away.
Slash, slash, slash!
All of them fell to the ground in an instant, out
cold.
Harvey was still showing no emotion, his face blank and eerily calm. Not a single drop of blood was on his shirt despite having
defeated so many
of his foes. He had complete control of the entire

warehouse.