Whoosh!

Tyson Woods did not waste any time speaking and took a step forward, shoving some of the fighters aside. He grabbed Rachel Hardy, who was lying on the ground, and threw her right toward George Zabel.

Old Niner walked forward and shielded Rachel behind him without any command.

“You bastard! You dare go against us?!”

Victor was trembling in anger. He pulled out his firearm and pointed it right at Tyson.

“I want you dead!”

Before Victor could even pull the trigger, Tyson coldly chuckled and pounced forward. Before anyone could even react, he was already in front of Victor in a blink of an eye. Then with a swift movement, the firearm was in Tyson’s hand.

A small fry such as this did not deserve to be taken down by Harvey York.

They could not even get past Tyson.

“You want me dead?”

Tyson was nonchalant about the situation.

“When I was surviving in the underworld, you were still playing in the mud!”

Tyson grabbed Victor’s hair and slammed his face on the marble table.

B