The moment he raised his finger, Harvey York grabbed it and pushed it back in a split second. Crack! The young man screamed in pain along with the sound of the loud crack before he kept rolling on the ground relentlessly.
The man did not expect that something like this would ever happen. He was just a small fry in Flutwell, but he was still Dylan Bowie’s lackey!
How could a pretty boy from outside even dare to do something like this? He must have had a death wish!
A few beautiful women covered their mouths and stepped back in shock after seeing the sight.
This far exceeded their expectations.
They never thought that anyone would even challenge a man like Dylan.
Their hearts were beating rapidly when they instinctively moved back, afraid they would somehow get dragged into the situation.
Dylan froze. He did not expect someone to hurt one of his men in front of him.
Bam!
Before Dylan could even say anything, Harvey kicked the young man out of the door before he derisively wiped his fingers with some tissue.
Dylan’s face instantly turned gloomy.
“I don’t know who you are, you little bastard!
“But, how dare you beat up one of my men in front of my face?!
“You’ve got guts! “Let me tell you something! You’ll pay a hundredfold for everything you did!
“And if you can’t pay up, I’ll make your entire family pay for it instead!
“And if that doesn’t work, I’ll make sure to dig up your ancestors’ graves for it!
“I’ll turn every single one of them into dust!
“You’ll pay!
“I’ll show you the consequences of crossing me in Flutwell!”
“You talk too much.
Harvey seemed indifferent.
“Haven’t you heard of a saying?
“Villains die from talking too much.
“Us upstanding citizens only take action without running our mouths.”
In the next moment , Harvey took a step forward before appearing right before Dylan.
Then, Harvey swung his palm right across Dylan’s face.
Slap!
Dylan had no time even to react. A bright red palm print was showing on his face when he was sent flying before he smashed right into the crowd. It was a complete mess.
After stumbling back up to the ground, Dylan showed a miserable look on his face. He never expected Harvey dared to hit him, let alone beat up one of his lackeys. He covered his face and screamed, “How dare you hit me, you fucker?!”
He could blame love for taking Xynthia’s slap to the face…
But he could not stand the fact that Harvey did the same to him. This was humiliating for him.
No matter what, he was still a prominent figure in Flutwell who belonged to a wealthy family. This was why Dylan had the courage to act all high and
mighty, let alone because he was carrying out the thirteenth young master’s command at that moment.
That was why he was infuriated!
He covered his face while yelling, “I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard!”
Slap!
Harvey wasted no time sending Dylan flying with another slap across his face.
“I’d let you down if I don’t slap you in the face for humiliating my sister-in-law.
“If you want me dead, you better step up your game first.
“But judging from the situation, you people aren’t really that good either.”