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…

think too highly of yourself, Nino, and you’re underestimating me by a mile. It doesn’t matter who you are,

He was unbelievably cocky!

word oozed

expression grew ever darker. Grinning viciously, he said, “Are you sure you want to do

reply, but his

the bar from all directions. They were all

angrily, following up

everything all planned out. He was going to capture Master Clarke and Mr. Thane and teach them a little

he would immediately call his patron and ask the latter to solve this matter for

Mr. Thane was George

not have enough clout to attack Thomas’s men without repercussions,

in on them rapidly, Philip and the others did not

just looked at them

time,

and surrounded

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 stood in two lines, opening a path to the bar

that, a black Jaguar with a black license plate, RVD C77777, stopped at the

was quite

atmosphere turned extremely

suit. He took the fedora off his

was his

followed him out of the car. He waved his large hand

the bar. His men

others who were hiding

of his wits. He fell bottom-first onto the floor, stammering non-stop, “It’s over, it’s all over! T-Theo…

Riverdale’s underground

and title filled their ears like the