Harvey's eyes were calm, as if he was saying something ordinary. However, his words seemed to exert a faint pressure, and Frederick could not help but shudder when he noticed it.

There were mixed emotions on Frederick's face, but after some time, he gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground.

"I, Frederick Robbin, acknowledge and greet you, Mr. Harvey. From today onward, I will obey your every command. I am your dog and will bare my fangs at whoever you want!" It was evident that Frederick had considered things through.

Now that he had lost an arm, forget about remaining one of the four kings. It would be great if he had even half of his power before he lost his arm. Even if Harvey did not do him in, plenty of those within the Alliance would use him to climb the ladder. In other words, unless he wanted to die, the only other alternative was to survive and become Harvey's lapdog.

Frederick clearly knew from the power Harvey had shown that the two of the other four kings could not do