In less than a minute, the gangsters ended up on the ground.

Several of them had their limbs broken, and they now looked at Harvey in utter fear.

They tormented the weak and feared the strong. They dared not muster even the slightest hate against people like Harvey, even if he knocked into them.

“Keep watch of my car. If I see even a scratch on it, you’re all going to die.” Harvey warned. He then headed toward the area around the factory.

…

Harvey stepped into the factory’s warehouse, his face still ice cold.

“Who are you?! Don’t you know this is private property?! Scram!”

Some blonde, blue-eyed foreigners emerged from the shadows of the factory building. One of them carried a military dagger. He shot Harvey a dark glare.

“You’re Third Master Yates’s men?”

“You’re the ones who took my wife, correct?”

They were shocked when they heard Harvey utter the name, “Third Master Yates”.

The blonde man standing in the lead, Edward, sized up Harvey for a brief second.

“We tried eve