At Fortune Hall.
Harvey looked at the crowd with dark faces, along with Rodney Foster and Reece Foley, before he
sighed. He had no choice but to help out.
It was already six o’clock in the evening, but only eighty percent of the customers were dealt with. The
customers were also occasionally lining up, making the crowd even denser.
After seeing the exhausted looks on Rodney and Castiel Foster’s faces, Harvey told them to rest for
the time being when he and Castiel sat at the front desk.
Harvey planned to further his reputation.
That way, Blaine John would have a better chance of showing up.
Of course, there was a chance that he would never show up himself.
But he needed to be patient to catch such a big fish.
When Harvey was almost done treating everyone, loud clamoring could be heard when a dozen
customers were pushed aside.
“Move! Everyone move!” [Fast update on daotranslate.com]
A group of fierce-looking people in robes came in. Clearly, they were expert martial artists.
A few customers told them to follow the rules, but they were all slapped aside.
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