The Supreme Harvey York

Chapter 3659
Not just Bryce, the elders were all in complete shock.
‘He’s so arrogant!’
‘He’s insane!”
‘He’s out of his mind!”
Before the higher-ups could make up their minds, this young man had already challenged all of India’s top talents.
‘Is he just ignorant?!”
‘Or does he really have the strength to do such a thing?”
“This is insane! What’s that young man trying to do?”
Bryce’s eyes sharpened into a deathly glare; he was so angry, to the point where his chest started to ache.
Fisher’s eyes twitched frantically for a while before he said, “Harvey’s made up his mind!”
“He wants to fight against all of them!”
“What are you saying?!”
Bryce slammed the table furiously.
“Are you joking?!”
“This is war!”
“What does he think this is? A damn roleplay session?”
“Who does he think he is?”
“Can he even bear the consequences of this situation?!”
“That b*stard!”

“Goddamnit!”
Bryce was trembling in anger; it was good Harvey wasn’t in front of him right now.
If not, he would’ve slapped the young man to death for running his mouth as he pleased!
“Vice Master!”
“We can’t take those words back anymore!”
Fisher stood up with a determined look.
“The provincial champion isn’t afraid to go up against the Indians!”
“If us higher-ups decline the challenge, we’ll be called cowards!”
“Elder Steele! I suggest we form a team with the three top talents and Harvey.”
“We’ll fight against the Indians!”
“We’ll protect the name of our country!”
“Spread the word!”
“We’ll fight!”
“No matter the cost!”
After seeing Fisher’s burning passion, Elder Steele hesitated for a moment. Then, he slammed the table.
“Screw this! We can’t just avoid the fight anymore when the young ones are so courageous!”
“We’ll fight!”
“We’ll fight till the bitter end!”
Bryce kept changing his expression; after locking eyes with the elders who wanted to decline the challenge, he let out a huge
sigh.

At this point, they had no choice but to move forward.
If not, it would be extremely humiliating for Longmen to take those words back.
At the Longmen Warband headquarters...
A scrawny young man was steadily walking toward the gate with his little backpack.
“Where are you going, Junior? Didn’t the master tell you not to go out?”
The disciples of the Longmen Warband were looking curiously at the young man.
‘Isn’t he scared of being tricked into being a live-in son-in-law when he gets out of here?”
The young man revealed a bright smile.
“Elder Steele called. He told us to go to Flutwell! We’ll be fighting against the Indians a week later!”
The disciples froze. Then, pride colored their faces.
“Beat the crap out of those Indians, Junior!”
“Hey! Don’t teach him bad things like that!”
“Listen to me: we’re all civilized people. Just beat them till their faces get distorted!”
“Here’s my soft armor! I wear this all the time. Keep it with you!”