Harvey York's Rise to Power

Reggie could feel the pressure in his chest and a metallic taste in his mouth. He coughed out a mouthful of

blood.

As Harvey stomped on his chest, Reggie felt like a mountain was right on top of him-he couldn't even resist.

Even in a situation like this, he didn't pull the trigger, and was simply shaking. It was obvious he knew the

consequences of using firearms in Wolsing.

If he was simply trying to scare others with the gun, then "the/'

would simply gloss over it, letting it slide. If he really did pull the trigger, it was possible that he couldn't handle

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That was why Reggie felt so frustrated at this moment. He didn't dare to pull the trigger, even with the gun in his

hand. Meanwhile, Hadlee and the others all looked at Harvey in fear.

Reggie was already quite conceited for daring to take out a gun in a place like this. They didn't expect Harvey

would completely dominate Reggie again and again.

Everything was beyond Reggie's expectations!

"My, don't tellthe gun you're holding is a fake? Why don't you pull the trigger and kill me?' Harvey said

calmly.

"Oh, right. I forgot. There are rules in Wolsing. If you fire a gun in a place like this without a permit, the

consequences are enough to have your family wiped out completely. Well, at least it's not physically wiping your

family out.

"I thought you were ready to bear the full consequences of your actions when you took that gun out. But from

the looks of it, you're only using it to scare US. Now, what's the difference between you and a gangster from the

street? Why are you so useless?’

Harvey sighed as he patted Reggie's face with his right hand.

"Are you tellingyou killed all 50 victims with your personality and weak nerves? Why am I having a hard time

believing it? I think you should tellthe truth while things are still not that bad for you. I'll stop pestering you if

you tell me. How does that sound?’

Harvey added more strength to his right hand as he said that. The slapping sound grew louder and louder as

Reggie's face becmore and more swollen. Reggie's mental defenses were also quickly crumbling into bits.

There was a crack. Harvey picked up the gun that Reggie was holding, and put the muzzle on Reggie's left thigh.

"Let's do this again. I'll ask you one more time. Do you have anything to do with what happened to the Ninth-

Branch Company?

"he demanded.

Reggie simply let out a growl. "My answer won't change, even if you aska thousand or ten thousand times!

I'm the one who did it. Kill me!"

Bang!

Harvey didn't waste his breath, and simply pulled the trigger.

Reggie let out a painful scream, unable to stop shuddering. There was a bloody red hole on his left thigh.

Harvey helped him up calmly, then put the gun at the base of his right thigh. "I'll ask you one more time. I hope

you won't disappointwith your answer."

"I told you, even if you asked me..."

There was another bang.

Harvey pulled the trigger again, and blew away the smoke from the muzzle. This time, he aimed it at the spot

between Reggie's two thighs.

"You better think about your answer carefully. It's possible to mend your broken bones, but if it's this spot...

There's no coming back from this."

Reggie shuddered, and he finally crumbled. "Alright! I'll tell you everything! It has nothing to do with me! It's

Hector! He gavea hundred and fifty million dollars to take the blfor him!"

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