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…

you are, how many men you have, or who you have behind your back. If I, Philip Clarke, want to get rid

He was unbelievably cocky!

oozed a wild

ever darker. Grinning viciously, he said,

did not reply, but his attitude was

the bar from all directions.

it!” Nino roared angrily, following up

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 mess

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

Thane was

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

and the others did not

just looked

time,

MPVs surged down the road and surrounded

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

black license plate, RVD C77777,

quite the

turned

white suit. He took the fedora off his head and

was his trademark

camo, Tiger had followed him out of the car. He waved his large hand and forcefully stormed down the

led the way into the bar. His men streamed

hiding in the corner witnessed the

bottom-first onto the floor, stammering

Zander, Riverdale’s

name and title filled their ears like the toll of death