Harvey York looked at Leon Silva’s struggling for a moment, and then his eyes shifted toward the Silvas. The expressions on their faces were nothing short of hideous.

Harvey could not hold in his laughter.

“Interesting. No matter if you admit defeat, or if you plead this much…”

“You only did because I told you of my identity.”

“If it weren’t for that, would you beg for mercy here? Would you admit defeat?”

“No!”

Harvey York stepped forward and kicked Leon Silva.

A hard slam, and the Silvas’ last line of dignity, Leon Silva’s knees were shattered.

No matter how unwilling Leon felt, he could only stay kneeling on the ground in repentance.

After Harvey kicked Leon, he coldly said, “Leon Silva. Brent Silva. Margie Cloude. Jonathan Maxwell. Ted Dunn…”

“Raise your heads.”

Those whose names were uttered, even the prideful Leon Silva, subconsciously raised their heads.

They felt as though their hearts were about to fly out of their throats, they were all extremely anxious.

They all