Chapter 7270

"Touch me, and the entire Lost City's Divine Lineage will never stop hunting you! I, Beresford, will see you as my eternal enemy! Even if I can't beat you now, never say never!" Beresford said to Harvey, practically seething with murderous rage. It was obvious that he believed that by invoking Lost City as his shield, he would be able to force Harvey to back off. After all, no matter how powerful Harvey was, he was just one man. How could Harvey stand against an army? Micah instinctively tried to warn him, "Junior Commander, before true power, numbers are just…" "Enough! As someone from Lost City, how can you grovel before those from here?" Beresford immediately cut Micah off. "You're my guardian! My family has sacrificed a lot so you can gain your power! But I didn't expect you to act so cowardly when I needed you! I'm warning you… After this, I will ask the Judges to punish you!" Beresford's expression was one of rage. He believed that Micah should have fought for him, even if he was afraid of Harvey's strength. Instead, Micah dropped to his knees without a word… What humiliation! After yelling at Micah, Beresford narrowed his eyes as he looked at Harvey. "I'm warning you, Harvey," he said slowly. "End this here tonight. I won't pursue you for hitting Micah, and you will ignore my work here. In other words, we walk our separate paths. What do you think? This is the goodwill from Lost City. I hope you can recognize this!" Beresford said that in a magnanimous manner. He aimed to force Harvey to leave, and they could bury the hatchet. Harvey smiled. "What do I think? Nothing special." "Enough is enough, Harvey! I've already conceded. What more do you want?" Beresford glared at Harvey in fury. "If you go too far, none of us will be walking away unscathed. Understand?" Harvey smiled and stepped forward. "This is the first time someone from Lost City actually dares to threaten me. Fine, then. I've decided. I'll take both your arms and legs, and we'll call it even." Right on cue, Lanny said coldly, "Time's up." Crash! Beresford smashed the wineglass in his hand onto the floor and gritted his teeth. "You fool! I refuse to believe you'll actually dare to touch me! You won't have the guts to do it!" Harvey looked at the floor and said, "Wine glass specially made in Country H. 15 million dollars. Remember to pay before you leave." "You…!" Just as Beresford was about to explode again, Micah suddenly stepped forward and kicked him to the ground. Beresford was completely stunned. He scrambled back to his feet. "Micah! You traitorous scum! How dare you lay a hand on me?!" Crack! Before Beresford could finish, Micah had already taken one step forward, grabbed his right wrist, and twisted it hard. The way Micah looked at Beresford was full of coldness and pity.