Harvey York’s Rise To Power Chapter 2990
Chapter 2990
Marcel froze at Queenie‘s words.
“Are you saying that Harvey might be stronger than Jacknife ?” he asked, his voice low.
“You forget. He killed the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way himself. Akio was scared by him as well.”
“If he‘s not strong, how did he manage to do all that by himself?”
Marcel pondered about the situation before laughing.
“It‘s good if that‘s the case!”
“If he‘s as strong as you say he is and brings Rin back after dealing with the Shindan Way…”
“It‘ll be good for all of us involved.”
“Your grandmother‘s a powerful person, but she‘s just too confident.”
“Even after all these years have passed, she still thinks that she can suppress the entire family with Jacknife alone…”
“We‘ll let her know that the times have changed…”
Three hours later, at four o‘clock in the morning. On a lonely island outside of the Island Nations…
This place was located on the southeast coast of the island. It had been private territory since ancient times.
Buildings that stood above the sea level could be seen in the clouds, as if the place was floating in the air. It was an extremely grand sight.
Other than ancient buildings, a lot of modern equipment could be seen on the island as well. Golf courses, cruise terminals, and airports were all there.
Those who weren‘t in the know would probably mistake this place for a military base.
In reality, this was the Shindan Way‘s headquarters.
The place was completely militarized.
All the buildings were surrounded by walls that were ten feet tall.
Shindan Way‘s elites were placed on top of the walls to guard the place. It was an impregnable fortress.
The place was also considered to be one of the Island Nations‘ sacred martial art training grounds.
Akio was one of the people who trained here.
After Akio ran away from Hong Kong a few days ago, the place had become a lot more fortified.
Voooooom!
It was already four o‘clock in the morning, but a blood red sky was still very apparent. Perhaps a storm was about to hit…
The air was warm and humid, and the weather made everyone very tired.
The elites of the Shindan Way, who had been on high alert for days on end, were growing more and more exhausted because of the weather.
Patrols that were scheduled once every half an hour turned into an hour.
Some people even guzzled down beer in the corners of the walls, occasionally babbling about.
After all, this place had been fortified for many years. In that amount of time, it had never once been invaded.
Some people would naturally become a little lax.
There would always be a time where people would let down their guard. Under these circumstances, it was normal for the guards to become a little more careless.
At four o‘clock in the morning, the guards were already dozing off.
And right below a cliff, hundreds of men in camouflaged uniforms were climbing up steadily, their faces cold.
Their gazes were ice, and their movements were nimble. Not a single sound was made from them as they climbed. They were naturally trained for the situation.
They were none other than the Sentries of York.
Marcel had replaced all of the elites of the organization, and planned to rise again using this opportunity. About three hundred men appeared on the ground soon after …
