Harvey smiled noncommittally. “To me, there are only people I want to kill, and no people that I couldn’t kill.”

“Even God couldn’t save whoever I wish to kill.”

At this moment, a voice rang from the third floor of the villa. “Young man, you have no right to talk that way!”

Roy was shocked. He then said excitedly, “Brother Mark! You’re finally here!”

A man around twenty-seven or eight years old appeared. He was very tall, and he was dressed in a suit. He bore a look of extreme arrogance, as if he didn’t care about anything in this world.

He was the head of the Three Saints of Taekwondo, Mark Duane!

He was also Wallace Park’s first disciple, as well as Roy’s senior.

Mark shot Harvey an icy glare. “Let my junior go and leave the woman behind. Both of you will cut off one hand and one foot each right after. Only then will I let you go unscathed.”

Harvey laughed. “You? Even if your master is here, he won’t dare to say all that!”

Mark spat furiously, “Do you know who you are talkin