Harvey York's Rise to Power

Chapter 133

Boom!

At that instant, a group of people appeared at the door. Tens of security guards surrounded the chief manager as he strode in with his beer belly.

His eyes twitched when he saw the chaotic scene before him. He did not expect so much to have happened in the time he made that call. However, the president was soon to arrive. He had a stable pillar to lean on, and thus he was exceptionally calm.

"Hey little br*t, at first we only needed to send you to the police station for stealing that bank card. At most, you'd only have to endure a few days in jail." The chief manager said, all the while smiling in delight. "Now that this has happened, I'm afraid that matters won't be so simple for you anymore."

Harvey York lifted his head and looked up with a smile. "Have you come, Mr. Chief Manager? I have a question for you. Aren't you afraid that you wouldn' t achieve whatever you have in mind? With this much arrogance, I'm afraid that you might not be able to save yourself no matter how much you beg for mercy later!"

The chief manager laughed lightly. "Young man, I admit that you have quite the capability. Your fighting skills are rather impressive..."

"However, that's not how the world works. You're not on top of the world just because you can fight well. No matter how spectacular your fighting skills are, can you win against guns? Can you fight against a hundred people?"

"There are only two most powerful things in the world, money and influence. I just need to simply say the word, and you won't be able to move for the rest of your life. You do understand this basic principle, don't you?"

A mock moment of realization dawned on Harvey. So this is the principle! In simple terms, you're the one with money and influence here. Then, that makes you the most powerful."

The chief manager was slightly stunned at his words, but quickly put on a devious smile. "You're quite right. Currently at this place, I'm the one with the money and influence. Of course, I'm the most powerful."

"I may not have influence, but I do have a lot of money." Harvey stared at the chief manager, who bore a greasy grin. "You wouldn't dare to say anything if your bank crumbles to dust, right?"

"That's right. So long as you have the money, I won 't mind kneeling to you even if you destroy this bank. What a pity. Do you have the money? I highly doubt so." The chief manager then clapped. "That's enough, young man. Don't waste any more of my time and energy. Let my men go and grovel obediently before me. I can promise to only beat you up and not send you to the police station. How does that sound?"

Harvey nodded and replied, "Very well. You did treat me nicely, and I'm very grateful for that. How about this? We're not on the same level, so I promise not to beat you up. However, you will give up your position as chief manager."

The chief manager and Sheri Wilson both became so stunned that they did not know how to react. Had this br*t gone mad? How did he still have the gall to act arrogantly?

Sheri said coldly, "Hey thief, stop talking about the chief manager. Leave this instant!"

She didn't believe Harvey would harm her in any way, unless he were to beat her up. Still, he did just mention that he wouldn't lay a finger on a woman.

The chief manager was beginning to lose his patience. The president was about to arrive. If that man were to see this mess, would he not think that he, the chief manager, was not capable enough? Thus he waved and signaled the security guards to charge forward, each of them emanating an aura of murderous intent.

"Hey br*t, it's about time. If you continue to wreak havoc here, there will be dire consequences." The security team leader laughed sinisterly. "My godfather is about to arrive. You're so doomed."

"Your father what?" Harvey laughed out loud at hearing these words. "Are you sure that you want to continue causing harm here since he's on his way?

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His words left the chief manager and Sheri slightly bewildered.

What kind of person was this thief? How could he still be so arrogant now?

Other people would have turned spineless the moment they heard a person of high stature, such as the president of a bank, was arriving. Yet, he still maintained his calm composure. Who did he think he was?

Right then, Yvonne walked over to the corner and picked up Harvey's old-fashioned phone. After putting in the battery, the phone returned back to life. Unfortunately, its back cover was completely ruined.

Ring, ring, ring.

The rapid rings of the phone were heard. It was clear that the private customer service could not get through, but they did not give up.

Yvonne handed the phone to Harvey in a respectful manner. Harvey didn't spare a glance at it, and instead tossed the phone to the chief manager. The chief manager instinctively caught the phone and looked at it. The next moment, he felt his legs turn wobbly.

A string of number sevens could be seen. The chief manager immediately recognized this number when he saw the area code in front of the numbers as well. This was the private customer service line for the Commercial Bank of Niumhi.

Only the most distinguished of VIPS would receive a