Novel Harvey York’s Rise To Power Chapter 3552

“I didn’t let him enroll, since he looked pretty weak…” 

“But he insisted on coming, saying that he wants to get healthier.” 

“He grabbed a prop sword on his own before passing out.” 

“He stopped breathing after a short while.” 

“The family members showed up out of nowhere after that.” 

“They said we were the ones who killed him.” 

“I tried to explain the situation, but they just beat me up without even listening to me.” 

“If I wasn’t good at fighting, I would’ve been dead by now!” 

“I didn’t even fight back after so long.” 

Dillon briefly explained the situation to Harvey, sounding unspeakably helpless. 

As the top disciple of Flutwell’s Longmen branch, Dillon had always been the one showing off, doing whatever he pleased wherever he went. 

But not only was he taking the blame for something he didn’t do, he was also beaten up to the point where his face was completely swollen. 

While Dillon was explaining the situation, the hunk exclaimed loudly, “You killed my father!” 

“Everyone here is a witness!” 

“My father goes dancing at the public square every single day. He has quite a few dance partners too.” 

“A bunch of people in the district would complain about him, since he does this at four o’clock every morning!” 

“This should be enough to prove just how healthy he is!” 

“But now what?” 

“My father died before even coming here for two minutes!” 

“If you didn’t kill him, then who did?!” 

“Oh, Father!” the hunk wailed in sorrow. 

“What a horrible way for you to go!” 

“What will Auntie Jackson, Auntie Lee, and Auntie Foster do?!” 

“It’s all my fault!” 

“I couldn’t keep you safe!” 

“I can’t believe I just let you wander in this heinous Budokan!” 

The crowd nodded in unison; the elderly man did seem quite healthy when he came to the Budokan. 

The problem was already quite apparent when he waved the prop sword around. 

He was lying on the ground like a dead person. In such a situation, blaming the Martial Hall was the only logical explanation. 

After seeing the crowd on his side, the hunk took the opportunity to fan the flames even more. 

“You better compensate for this! I want fifteen million dollars right now!” 

“If not, I’ll call the cops and report to them that you were disregarding human life and were doing whatever you please!” 

“Not only are you going to compensate…” 

“But you’ll also be sitting behind bars for the rest of your life!” 

The crowd all stood, ready to beat up Dillon once again. 

But after recalling Harvey’s ferocious slap, they gave up instantly. They wouldn’t dare take a single step forward, so all they did was glare furiously at him. 

If looks could kill, Harvey would’ve been dead a thousand times over. 

“Enough. I understand now.” 

Harvey glanced calmly at the hunk. 

“You won’t get a chance to blackmail me here.” 

He crouched down to check on the elderly man. 

The man was five foot six and relatively skinny; he seemed no different than normal people. 

However, an odd aura could be felt from him. 

It was as if the man suppressed his breathing to put himself in a state of playing dead. 

The Turtle Breath! 

This was a martial art lost to history, one that gave anyone the power to play dead without spending too much strength. 

If Harvey wasn’t an experienced man, he would’ve been easily fooled.