Harvey York's Rise to Power



'The fire's already extinguished. Why is there still a crowd?"

The thought had only crossed Harvey's mind, and he instantly noticed what was wrong with this place.

The next moment, Harvey immediately picked Yvonne up by the waist and shoved her back into the van. At the same time, he threw the car key inside as well and told her to lock the car up.

The security members inside the other vans had just wanted to rush out, but Harvey stopped them with a hand signal and gestured to them to start the car and leave.

At that moment, whether it was the crowd or the firefighters that were scattering, the crowd all turned and looked at Harvey.

While they had no guns in their hands, all of them had a repeating crossbow in their hands, a blue glow surrounding the tip of the bolt. They aimed at Harvey, and pulled the trigger.

Harvey's expression darkened as he faced the bolts coming his way.

Few people would dare to use firearms in Wolsing. That would attract the attention of the Captain General.

Other than firearms, something like a repeating crossbow would still be considered very lethal.

Looking at how these people were using such a weapon without restraint and in broad daylight, their arrogance was plain to see.

Harvey rolled on the ground without hesitation and avoided the bolts, but some of the bolts hit the vans instead. At that instant, the bolts pierced through the bodies of the vans, and even the reinforced glass was starting to show signs of cracking.

It was obvious the bolts were all specially made. Even if there weren't real firearms, the damage they caused was similar.

Harvey's expression grew even darker. If it wasn't because he was very experienced in battle and noticed something was wrong with the situation...

A chain attack like this would have really injured him and his followers.

Most importantly, using poison and the repeating crossbow had crossed Harvey's bottom line.

However, before Harvey could say anything, many of them had removed their jackets and pulled out the blades that they had prepared a long time ago.

One group was running toward Harvey, while some of the others even took out chainsaws and were prepared to shred the van into pieces.

Yvonne, who was in the van, became pale. While she was surrounded by security forces, none of them had any firearms with them.

Using something like a rubber baton against these determined assassins would be very difficult.

However, she didn't let her nervousness overwhelm her. Instead, she quickly made the order to start the car and ram the assassins away.

"This is too much."

Harvey took a deep breath when he heard the vans roared, and immediately dived into the crowd.

He was fast as lightning, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. With every fist and every kick, an assassin was blown away.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

When the remaining assassins pounced on him, all they felt was them losing their sight, a stinging pain on their faces-and they fell on the ground limp.

In just less than half a minute, Harvey had defeated half of the assassins.

When the remaining assassins saw Harvey was such a difficult man to deal with, they immediately gave up on attempting a pincer attack. Instead, they retreated and once again raised the repeating crossbow in their hands.

This time, the bolt in the crossbow was no longer laced with the color of blue. It was red.

Yvonne shuddered; when she saw that from inside the car, she cried, "Mr. York! Those are Thunderblasts!"