The Supreme Harvey York novel Chapter 3552

Chapter 3552

“I didn’t let him enroll, since he looked pretty weak…”

“But he insisted on coming, saying that he wants to get healthier.”

“He grabbed a prop sword on his own before passing out.”

“He stopped breathing after a short while.”

“The family members showed up out of nowhere after that.”

“They said we were the ones who killed him.”

“I tried to explain the situation, but they just beat me up without even listening to me.”

“If I wasn’t good at fighting, I would’ve been dead by now!”

“I didn’t even fight back after so long.”

Dillon briefly explained the situation to Harvey, sounding unspeakably helpless.

As the top disciple of Flutwell’s Longmen branch, Dillon had always been the one showing off, doing whatever he pleased wherever he went.

But not only was he taking the blame for something he didn’t do, he was also beaten up to the point where his face was completely swollen.

While Dillon was explaining the situation, the hunk exclaimed loudly, “You killed my father!”

“Everyone here is a witness!”

“My father goes dancing at the public square every single day. He has quite a few dance partners too.”

“A bunch of people in the district would complain about him, since he does this at four o’clock every morning!”

“This should be enough to prove just how healthy he is!”

“But now what?”

“My father died before even coming here for two minutes!”

“If you didn’t kill him, then who did?!”

“Oh, Father!” the hunk wailed in sorrow.

“What a horrible way for you to go!”

“What will Auntie Jackson, Auntie Lee, and Auntie Foster do?!”

If looks could kill, Harvey would’ve been dead a thousand times over.

“Enough. I understand now.”

Harvey glanced calmly at the hunk.

“You won’t get a chance to blackmail me here.”

He crouched down to check on the elderly man.

The man was five foot six and relatively skinny; he seemed no different than normal people.

However, an odd aura could be felt from him.

It was as if the man suppressed his breathing to put himself in a state of playing dead.

The Turtle Breath!

This was a martial art lost to history, one that gave anyone the power to play dead without spending too much strength.

If Harvey wasn’t an experienced man, he would’ve been easily fooled.