The Supreme Harvey York

Harvey froze, then smiled.

"You're too humble. As a consul, your schemes and combat prowess should be no less than outstanding. Without any proper defenses, even Amos wouldn't be a match against you, right?" Stefan shook his head.

"You know me, Sir York.

"I don't want to hear things like this. I want to win without a shadow of a doubt! I can only go all out if I have better odds at winning against Amos! "I know that with your strength, I'll definitely achieve that.

you don't have anything to lose in the situation, right?" Harvey was impressed by Stefan's honesty. It'd be better to show his sincerity by

Stefan with narrowed eyes. Stefan was holding

for a long tbefore handing it over. "These are Amos's weak spots. Simply put, they're what's keeping him alive. "He's a God of War, but there are huge

me, the people following Amos

his, they'll win more times than they can count as long as they target these spots. This should be good enough for you to have better odds, right?" Stefan's eyes twitched for a moment.

this, I wouldn't be afraid of going