Harvey York's Rise to Power Chapter 4014

Chapter 4014

Harvey didn't know how to respond at all; he only smiled awkwardly after hearing Dean's words.

Dean started to feel a little ashamed too.

Harvey chuckled awkwardly before quickly changing the subject.

"Right, what's the third thing you were going to mention?" Harvey looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist.

They had been talking for around half an hour; Harvey had to board the plane as soon as they were done with the conversation.

Without wasting any time, Dean gestured to Harvey to stop at a gazebo.

"It won't be much trouble for you, I think," he said with a smile.

"I do hope that you can help me deal with this one last problem."

"It'll be hard for me to do anything if I can't stand up. I believe that you'll be able to do this for me, right?"

Harvey frowned.

"You're an expert martial artist, Elder Cobb. You know your body best."

"You'll fully recover in just six months. Don't tell me that you can't even wait that long."

Dean sighed.

"It's not that I can't wait. Time waits for no one..."

"We need a God of War to stand up for the family."

"If not, there will be no glory for us."

"If I can't stand, even with your unwavering support, everything we have will be just an illusion."

"But if we force it, your lifespan will be affected!"

"Three to five years worth of your life just to stand six months earlier isn't worth it."

Naturally, Harvey knew what state Dean was in after treating him before.

If there was no danger, he would've brought Dean back up. However, Dean sighed.

"I know that, but there's just no time to wait anymore!" Swoosh!

Suddenly, Harvey's expression changed.

He quickly pounced at Dean, and dragged the older man with him as he rolled to the ground.

Something black crashed right into Dean's wheelchair, turning it into a pile of scrap metal.

Dust blew all over the place, and the gazebo was slowly crumbling.

Harvey glared coldly at the direction of the attack.

"A coffin?"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Almost at the same time, seven men in suits appeared out of thin air.

Their faces could be seen clearly; every single one bore arrogant expressions as they crossed their arms.

Dean's face darkened instantly.

"Messengers of Death..."

"The Seven Absolutes of the South Sea?"

"Who are they?" Harvey asked instinctively.

"These people..."

Dean quietly introduced them to Harvey.

"They're the strongest people the Royal Palace has to offer."

"These people don't show up that often, but they'll never give up on their targets once they do."

"Either someone really wants you dead, or I'm the one they're targeting."

The leader of the Seven Absolutes flashed Harvey and Dean a polite smile.

"As expected from the South Sea's God of War. You know so well about our history."

"We came here for two reasons."

"One, we're here to end your miserable life."

"Two, our client paid extra to kill Harvey as well."