Harvey was cold. “Brother Duane, didn’t you want me to let him go?”

“I’ve let him go now, you can take him away.”

“I’ll kill you!”

Mark was furious. In the next second, he immediately culled from mid-air.

Boom!

Harvey moved his body and threw out his fist.

Mark’s complexion remained unchanged; he threw out a downward punch, his face grim.

Behind them, Ethan quickly protected Xynthia behind him as he looked at the others warily.

Boom!

The two fists clashed against each other as if thunder exploded.

Harvey’s body was still in place, not moving at all.

Mark backed away seven or eight meters, and a purplish-red stain appeared on his face.

He looked at Harvey in shock. “Who are you?!”

He was shocked at the fact that Prince York could actually block his punch!

He was the head of the Three Saints of Taekwondo. In the world of Taekwondo, he had no rival except for his master.

In the past, no matter what enemy he faced, he could easily kill the other party in one shot.

However,