Novel Harvey York’s Rise To Power Chapter 5027

Chapter 5027

The higher-ups were filled with rage. They crawled up with their faces covered.

‘Is this live-in son-in-law that ignorant?

‘How dare he challenge someone like Master Aung?!

‘At this point, he’s asking to die!”

“Master Aung is an expert, Harvey!” Lilian yelled, unable to hold herself back. “Stop showing off in front of him! Kneel!

Stop causing trouble! Don’t drag the entire family with you!”

It was clear Lilian didn’t care for Harvey at all. She was just afraid of Harvey agitating Aung, and that would make things worse for the entire family.

The higher-ups became more arrogant after seeing Lilian giving in. They laughed coldly, looking at Harvey as if he was already done for.

“You’re finished for going against us, you damn live-in son- in-law!

“We’ll break whichever arm you used to slap us!

“You’re nothing in front of Master Aung!”

Aung’s pride shot through the roof when he heard that. He took a step forward, and glared coldly at Harvey.

“I can give you a chance. Break your arm, and step aside. If not, I’ll take action and break all four of your limbs,” he said.

“I’ll give you one chance, too. Kneel, admit to your own faults, then break your arms. I’ll let you go after that,” Harvey said.

“Is that so?”

Aung chuckled, enraged.

“Am I giving you too much respect?

“Are you still pretending even now? You just won’t give up till you die, will you?!”

The higher-ups crossed their arms, glaring at Harvey. They were waiting for Aung to beat him up and kick him on the ground.

Aung stepped forward; holy light seemed to envelop him.

“I’ll show you what the Iron Demon looks like…”

The higher-ups cheered in excitement, waiting to see the legend take action.

Slap!

But before Aung could do anything, Harvey stepped up and swung the back of his palm forward. The fierce-looking monk rolled along the ground and smashed right into a marble vase in the garden.

“Come on! Tell me when’s a good time to give up!”

Harvey crossed his arms, and stepped inside the garden.

Aung stumbled off the ground, spitting out blood.

“You dare hit me, you little bastard?!” he snarled, his expression twisted. He charged at Harvey. “Do you even know the consequences of your actions?”

Slap!

Harvey swung the back of his palm forward once more.

“Of course not. Enlighten me.”

Slap!

“Do you think you’re an actual monk just because you’re bald?”

Slap!

“Iron Demon, you say? You’re all bark!”

Slap!

“Don’t you see that the family’s having a meal together? Who gave you the courage to disturb us?”

Slap!

“You want to break my wife’s leg and have my sister-in-law serve you? Do you want to die?!”

Slap!

“You want me to kneel and break my arm? Do you think you’re worthy of that?”

Harvey kept slapping Aung around while lecturing him, making him stumble back, looking weak and sluggish.

His good-looking face was covered in palm prints. Everyone was shocked to see it.