The First Heir

Nino’s expression changed. Having plied in this trade for so many years, he had seen people from all walks of life. He knew them all.

Today, however, he felt as though he was facing a completely unfathomable enemy.

Philip’s aura was just too unique. It exerted a pressure on Nino unlike any other.

It was almost as though this plain-looking man had a very exceptional background.,

No, not almost. He definitely did!

That was the feeling Nino got from Philip after he spoke earlier.

Still, Nino was no spineless coward himself. He chuckled twice coldly and said, “Are you sure you want to go against me, Master Clarke? Yes, Mr. Thane is here, but don’t forget, I’m a leader of the Riverdale underworld. No matter how much power Mr. Thane’s boss has, he might want to reconsider before he removes me.”

That was right. Nino was talking about George Thomas.

The way he saw it, Philip was only acting so bold now because he had the support of George Thomas’s money and reputation.

If they really wanted to escalate this into a brawl, Nino had plenty of thugs at his beck and call.

That was how he made it big as a young man.

This was his turf.

Besides, Nino had quite the support system too. He was backed by a very formidable person.

If they truly made this into a war, all he had to do was call that man out here for a few words. That would make even George Thomas pause for a good while.

For businessmen, every investment could affect their entire fortune if they were not careful.

However…

a mile. It doesn’t matter who you are,

He was unbelievably cocky!

oozed a

ever darker. Grinning viciously, he said, “Are

reply, but his

into the bar from all directions. They were all gangsters and hooligans,

up with a loud, “But don’t kill

had everything all planned out. He was going to capture Master Clarke and Mr. Thane and teach them a little lesson. That would tell them not to

them captive, he would immediately call his patron and ask the latter

all, Mr. Thane was George

enough clout to attack Thomas’s men without repercussions,

and the others did not look

just looked at

same time, outside the

surged down the road and surrounded Starlight Bar

complete unison, forty or fifty bodyguards dressed in black suits and black leather shoes with black sunglasses and white gloves got out of the cars. They quickly

a black Jaguar with a black license

was quite the

atmosphere turned

white suit. He took the fedora off his

was his trademark

followed him out of the

way into the bar. His men streamed inside with him in

the others who were hiding in the corner witnessed the entire

of his wits. He fell bottom-first onto the floor, stammering non-stop, “It’s over, it’s

Zander, Riverdale’s

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