Right when Harvey York was about to handle the customers at once, a loud clamoring was heard.
The customers were shoved aside before a group of men in dark green suits walked past them.
They all had fierce looks, their heads raised high, and it was clear that they were not ordinary people.
The group leader was a man with golden-rimmed glasses, pale skin, and narrow eyes, who gave the people around him a vicious feeling.
He stoically came in front of everyone.
Castiel Foster and the others stepped forward.
“Who are you people? What’s the problem?”
The man smiled.
“Is this the Fortune Hall?”
“That’s right. What of it?” Castiel responded.
The man kicked Castiel to the ground before pulling a chair and sat down.
“That’s good!
“There should be a man named Harvey York here!
“Get him out of here right now!”
“Watch your damn mouth!”
Kellan Ruiz was just keeping someone’s money when he stood with a gloomy look.
“This isn’t a place for you to screw around!”
“So what if I’m screw
