In a villa in the suburbs.

Harvey York stared coldly at Luke Surrey, who was lying in the mud at this moment. The other party’s limbs were broken. He could only crawl on the ground.

Tyson Woods executed Harvey’s orders earnestly. He did repay Luke ten times more than how many times those people had beaten Xynthia before, no more, no less.

“Chief Instructor, John Gotti is making a video call to Luke…”

Ethan Hunt came over at this moment. He took the phone and handed it over to Harvey.

Harvey said indifferently, “It’s not for him. It’s for me. Answer it.”

The video was connected. Two majestic older men appeared on the opposite side in the next moment.

One was James Surrey from the Surrey family, and the other one was John Gotti, the king of the streets of South Light.

John’s gaze fell on Harvey. His pupils slightly contracted. He then smiled after a moment and said, “So, I guessed it correctly. It’s Prince York.”

Harvey looked indifferent and said, “John Gotti, since you know it