"You've lost," Harvey York said casually. Although Dario Moore was not knocked out and was still conscious, it was clear that he was the loser in the fight.
Dario's strongest move could not force Harvey into backing for even half a step, whereas Harvey’s attack had forced Dario to retreat for three whole steps. The difference in skills was as clear as day.
Dario fell into a slump. He immediately turned and said to the referee, "I've lost. I won't take the money for this match."
The referee went deathly pale. Did Dario just admit his loss? In the entire gym, who else can defend against that b*stard who had barged in to spread chaos?
Harvey’s face relaxed. Shaking his hands, he said, "Do you have any more people stronger than him? If there's none, tell Liam Stone to come to me."
"Why, you...!" The corner of the referee's eyes twitched. This b*stard was way too cocky. However, he had his ways of being arrogant too.
Crash!
In the VIP room, Liam rose abruptly. The crystal glass i n his hand was smashed into pieces, and fresh blood trickled out from his palm. He took no notice of it, too preoccupied with glaring at Harvey with murderous
intent.
This mysterious b*stard appeared out of nowhere and somehow managed to force Dario into retreat? There could be no such thing in this world!
Rather than the outcome of the match, Liam was more concerned over the fact that a random b*stard had come here for the sole purpose of plunging his gym into chaos. If there was no one who could subdue this man, what would happen?
"Make the necessary preparations and clear the place." Liam barked out orders on his phone. "If that guy still refuses to listen, kill him!"
Liam turned to both Shane and Rosalie Naiswell. "My dear guests, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you. Since this troublemaker seems to be acquainted with you two, I can’t allow any of you to leave."
Rosalie raised an incredulous brow. She was worried about Harvey, but she pushed herself to speak. "Mr. Stone, we came here because of your uncle. Are you sure that you want to detain us here? Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"
"Consequences? Of course I'm afraid." Liam chuckled." However, a threat within reach is much more concerning... Don't you both know this b*stard? Miss Naiswell’s beauty is especially moving. Can I ask you for a favor?"
Rosalie furrowed her brows. "What favor?" "It’s simple, really. I need you to be my hostage. Since he's the man in your heart, I’d like to see if he'll lower his defenses to save you!"
"I thought you're just a fighter. To have Tyson of all people standing behind you like that, it turns out you're the big brother instead." Liam looked at Harvey. "He doesn't even have the guts to fart in your presence. You must have quite the high status...?"
"Harvey York."
"Brother, you don't have a very nice name, do you?
Why do you have the exact name as that infamous live -in son-in-law of Niumhi? I'm sure you've been mistaken for him countless times.”
A mystified smile etched Liam's lips. How odd.
Although he didn't know what Harvey York looked like, the live-in son-in-law's name was too jarring to ignore. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't ignore it.
Harvey took off his mask and replied quietly, "I'm the live-in son-in-law you just talked about."
"You... you’re that infamous worthless piece of trash?" Liam looked wronged, and clicked his tongue. "Well, well. Who would've thought? You do have the face of someone who relies on women. Still, you have a pretty good body. Did you take any drugs? Why didn't you just stay as a kept man instead of wreaking havoc in m y gym? Don't you know what I can do to you?"

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