The Supreme Harvey York

Chapter 5282
“Sigh...”
An eerie voice could be heard.
A woman clad in traditional Indian clothing suddenly walked out from the crowd. She was wearing a face scarf that revealed
some of her skin. There was a clear view of her waist, and a Cat’s Eye Stone was attached to her belly button.
She exuded a refreshing scent as she walked out. She smelled like a cool breeze on a beach, captivating everyone’s hearts.
She held a scimitar covered in jewelry. Despite her gentle demeanor, her expression was fierce. Simply put, the woman was a
rose covered in thorns.
“And who are you?” Harvey asked, looking at the Indian woman.
The woman smiled; her eyes could trap hearts.
“I am Wanda Garcia from India. I’m here to learn your ways of sparring. However, I’m willing to grant you any wish if you give up
and let me capture you right now.”
Wanda looked deeply at Harvey. Ordinary men would’ve already kneeled under her skirt.
“Can you agree to kill yourself, then?” Harvey said, glaring at her.
Wanda froze, as if she was slapped in the face. She glared fiercely at Harvey, showing nothing but rage. She couldn’t tell if
Harvey was an idiot or simply disrespectful.
“Enough. Come at me already! Stop this yapping.”
Harvey scoffed.
“You people are hilarious. You can’t even deal with your own country’s mess, but you come out here to get justice, like the rest of
them? Do you really think you have the chance to become one of the five directors of the World Martial Arts Alliance?”
Wanda’s face darkened. “Watch your tongue, Harvey!”
“Watch my tongue?”

Harvey showed a playful smile.
“You’re all causing trouble during my brother’s funeral. Not only did you delay his burial, but you’re also trying to slander his
name!
“You want me to be respectful when you’re doing the exact opposite?
“What are you thinking?!
“What goes around, comes around! Don’t you understand that?!”
Wanda squinted at Harvey. “Country H has five thousand years worth of civilization, and this is what civilization has cultivated
into?”
“Only worthy people can impose on others, after all. You’re already disrespecting me. Do you want me to let you slap me
around? Would you consider that civilized? I think lapping you around would be the better call instead!
“Don’t forget, Wanda! I took out every single one of India’s top talents alone back in Flutwell! You’re still planning to fight me
now? Who gave you the courage? Julio?” Harvey snarled.
Wanda showed a horrible expression. Ever since the fight in Flutwell, Harvey’s name had become the trauma of every single
person in India.
She wanted to fight, but she couldn’t help but shiver.
It couldn’t be helped-there was simply too much pressure.