Chapter 11 Who Is the Mastermind

• “The Wolf wants to invite me over for tea?!”
• The thugs took Harvey’s surprise as the expression of him being overwhelmed by the unexpected honor. They were secretly in awe of The Wolf’s fame and decided to threaten Harvey some more, but they heard a cold voice that filled them with a certain chill instead.
• “I don’t know any wolves or dogs. Is he even worthy of inviting me to tea?” Harvey grinned jokingly. He would love to have some tea, but he had never heard of any wolf person before, and hence deemed the latter unworthy.
• The thugs’ expressions immediately turned sour as they realized Harvey was toying with them. “How dare you! Everyone in Vanstead knows who The Wolf is. Since you don’t know how to show respect, we shall teach you a lesson!”
• Roaring, they each pulled out a dagger from their pockets. A flurry of footsteps sounded behind them, whereupon a crowd of people surrounded the scene.
• “Finally, you’re all here. I’d been waiting the whole day.” Harvey stretched and looked at the crowd of ‘security service’ thugs. He gestured challengingly at them, a cold smile on his face. “Come on. I don’t have all day. Last one to stand wins a prize.”
• Prize? What prize? While the group was getting confused at Harvey’s words, a roar sounded.
• “Get him!”
• “How dare he insult The Wolf! Kill him!”
• “Charge!”
• The crowd charged forward, knowing well that the man in front of them was skilled, but they had the high ground. Faced against this number, only a painful beating up awaited him.
• Harvey stood still, a sliver of nervousness running through him. He watched the mob come at him, then with a tap of his foot, he became a shadow weaving in between the angry thugs. No one was able to touch even a corner of his clothes.
• In a few breaths, Harvey stood in place, unharmed. It was as if he had never moved a muscle, but the fallen bodies in front of him said otherwise. Only the one who shouted the fiercest earlier remained standing, but he was as white as a sheet. His legs trembled as he tried and failed to recount how his companions had been defeated.
• “You’re pretty lucky; the prize is yours.”
• Harvey smiled lightly, but to his poor victim, the smile was that of the devil’s. The thug subconsciously took a few steps backward, shouting, “W-What are you doing? Don’t you know who we are? Sirius Security Services is not to be trifled with! If you dare mess with us, I guarantee you—”
• “Shut up!” Harvey’s tone was light, but it felt like a thousand tons, causing the thug to immediately clamp his mouth shut. “Tell this ‘wolf’ of yours that Harvey Smith wants to invite him to go to hell.”
• “What did you say?!”
• “I said, if he doesn’t come here with his men in an hour’s time, I will personally visit your so-called security company and tear it all down.”
• “I-I...” The thug was restless under Harvey’s glare. He struggled to look for more threats but gave up in the end, thereafter he took out his phone and dialed a number.
• “Andrew, is it done?” A fierce voice came from the other end of the phone.
• The thug named Andrew was stunned for a moment before he timidly reported, “B-Boss, it’s sort of tricky. He… T-The boys, they’re all down.”
• “What!” Akela growled, his tone full of murderous intent. “What about the others? Where did they go? So many people against one, and you still failed? What a bunch of useless dogs.”
• “Boss, he also said—” Andrew was about to speak when the phone was snatched from his hand, upon which Harvey spoke calmly into the phone. “The Wolf, is it?”
• “Who are you?”
• “You wanted to invite me for tea, didn’t you? Well, I, too, have something to ask of you, Mr. Wolf.”
• “Shoot.”
• “Can you come here to die?” Harvey spoke the words in earnest, then tossed the phone at Andrew, who caught it and stared at Harvey in fear. In a small voice, he exchanged a few words with Akela before hanging up the phone.
• “T-The Wolf asked you to stay here if you have the guts. H-He’ll be here ASAP.”
• Harvey had no comments on those words. He pinched his eyebrows, wondering what business this Akela person had with him, but he could guess that those in that line of business would only act with a mastermind behind them. He wasn’t sure if the mastermind was Patrick, or someone from the Brown Family, or even someone else entirely.
• Half an hour later, four vans pulled up. Watching more than twenty people getting out of the vans, Andrew was elated. He quickly threw himself in front of a man and pointed toward Harvey, saying loudly, “Boss, that’s him. That’s the one.”
• There was a scar at the corner of Akela’s eye. As he looked toward Harvey, the scar moved a little, which was quite frightening. He gave a harrumph and said through gritted teeth, “So ready to throw your life away, eh? You dare to disrespect me, Akela, just because you know a trick or two? You’ll wish you were dead when I’m done with you!”
• As Akela glanced at his underlings on the ground, his expression darkened. He rallied the people behind him and shouted, “Get him, but don’t kill him yet. I’ll personally let him have a taste of despair.”
• “Yes, Boss!”
• “Leave it to us! We’ll make sure he can’t do anything but barely breathe.”
• They were in an entirely different league compared to the thugs before. After all, they were the elite of Sirius Security Services, capable of bringing down a buffed man with just one hand.
• “Boy, you dare mess with The Wolf, huh? You really have a death wish, don’t you? Let me teach you a lesson.” A strong man took a step forward, ready to kill. He had obviously seen blood before. He made a beeline for Harvey and leaped high in the air, fist poised and ready for impact on Harvey’s face.
• Despite that, Harvey stayed completely still. As the man closed in on him, he swiftly raised a leg and kicked squarely on the man’s chest. A shriek sounded as a figure was sent flying before it smashed heavily on the ground.
• “You’re not that much different.” Harvey shook his head in disappointment.
• On the other hand, Akela was caught by surprise. The speed with which Harvey delivered his kick was so abnormally high that even he could not detect it. This man knows martial arts!
• A frown made its presence known on Akela’s face as he threw away the relaxed attitude. Parting the crowd, he walked to the front and glared daggers at Harvey, hatred dripping from every word as he said, “You’re good. But you’re still a hundred years too early to fight me.”
• Akela ripped the clothes off his back, revealing numerous scars of various sizes on his body. They were scars left behind from all the years of fighting and killing. “I’ll have to ask for extra pay once I’m done with you.”
• Just as Harvey had expected, someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes. He glanced at Akela, then said in a low voice, “Who ordered you to do this? Tell me their name and I will spare your life.”
• “F*ck you!” Akela roared and sent a heavy punch straight at Harvey. He, the mighty Akela, had struggled and fought to survive in Vanstead for 20 years; if he hadn’t had the skills, he would’ve been swallowed up years ago.
• The strong punch shot toward Harvey’s face, producing a cracking noise in the air as it was thrown. It was clear to all that this single punch packed an incredible amount of strength and far exceeded normal speeds.
• However, faced with a blow like this, Harvey remained still. As Akela’s knuckles were about to make contact, Harvey simply twisted his body and stepped aside, cleanly avoiding the hit. Then, he raised two fingers and sliced an arc through the air before forcefully landing them on the middle-aged man’s wrist.
• Snap! In an instant, Akela howled and wailed, his arm shaking uncontrollably; his face turned white as he realized that one single strike had decommissioned his arm.
• Before he could react, Harvey’s figure was reflected in his eyes as the distance between them decreased. By the time Akela came to his senses, Harvey had already lifted him up by his neck. The latter’s gaze turned cold, an eerie aura emanating from him, as if he had left a mountain of corpses behind in his wake. He then spoke, every word crystal clear.
• “Tell me who it is, and I will spare your damned life!”