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…

who you are, how many men you

He was unbelievably cocky!

oozed

deepened, and his expression grew ever darker. Grinning viciously, he

but

feet either. He took two steps back, and several dozen thugs flooded out into the bar from all directions.

Nino roared angrily, following up with a loud,

was going to capture Master Clarke and Mr. Thane and teach them a little lesson. That would tell them

immediately call his patron and ask the

Mr. Thane was

clout to attack Thomas’s men without repercussions,

and the others

looked

the same time, outside

black MPVs surged down the road and surrounded Starlight Bar in the

and white gloves got out of the cars. They quickly stood in two lines, opening a path to the bar

a black license

was quite

turned extremely

in a white suit. He took the fedora off his head and looked at the door to

his trademark

him out of the car. He waved his large hand and forcefully

bar. His men streamed inside with him in two

hiding in the corner witnessed the entire magnificent scene

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

Riverdale’s underground

and title filled their ears like the toll of death