Harvey York's Rise to Power

Milan showed a disdainful glare after seeing Aryan’s look on his face; in her eyes, he seemed like nothing but a

stray dog.

She rejoiced that the man she loved cfrom a different country.

"These men from Country H are such filth!"

Aryan kept changing his expression before finally looking at Stefan. After seeing Stefan’s cold expression, he

quickly took a deep breath before speaking up again.

"Ms. Milan, right?

"I don't care what happened here, nor who's in the wrong!

“Someone needs to pay for my consul's suffering!

"Besides..." Bam!

Before Aryan was done speaking, Naruse picked up the ashtray from the table and threw it forward.

The ashtray smashed right into Aryan’s head, causing him to bleed profusely. He stumbled around after being

caught off guard, almost falling to the ground.

He was showing a wretched expression.

“How dare you do that, you bastard?!” Aryan was furious.

"Do you think the Aenar Temple's an easy target?!” The monks were showing fierce glares after hearing Aryan's

screams.

"Enough pretending." Naruse stood in front of Aryan with his glass of sake in hand, and poured the entire glass

right onto Aryan's head.

"Your dear consul wouldn't even dare make a sound when I slapped him. Who are you to show off in front of me?

"I can’t be bothered to talk to you about morals or authority either...

“Lettell you something! I'm getting really annoyed right now!

"Do you want to die? Or would you rather kneel and apologize? Think carefully!" A terrifying aura seeped out of

Naruse as soon as he stomped on the ground.

The ordinary people were starting to suffocate till their faces had gone red.

The martial artists felt as if they were being hammered straight in the heart.

A lot of them started to cough out blood.

‘What... What is this power...?"

Aryan's eyes twitched furiously; since he trained in martial arts as well, he realized something...

If the man in front of him wanted him dead, it wouldn't take much effort at all.

Even Stefan showed a horrible look.

'He's way stronger compared to Tojuro’s!

‘Why are the Islanders getting this desperate now?

"Two top-rated experts of the younger generation were sent out at the stime! Nobody's seen anything like

this from them! This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"The Islanders are dead set on winning the fight!” Naruse showed a prideful gaze after seeing Aryan and the

others' expressions.

"What? There should be a lot of experts in this country, no?

"The Aenar Temple has a Great Wall, right?

"You wanted to reclaim your pride!

"I'm not afraid of telling you this, Stefan!

"Tojuro is my junior! Catif you dare!” Many people's eyes lit up; Amos smiled faintly when he looked at

Stefan.

‘Since the Islanders aren't hiding it anymore, what else can you do?’

Stefan felt like his heart was being crushed by a huge boulder; against Naruse's terrifying aura, he couldn't move x

a single inch.

Their gap in strength was akin to night and day! I

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