The First Heir

Chapter 387

“Are you trying to scare me!”

Joel smiled in anger. He looked at Philip ferociously and roared, “I, Joel Harris, am not scared! You’re a useless scum, Aunt Martha told me herself! Who do you think you are? Calling a few people to wear suits? Believe it or not, if you, Philip Clarke, dare to touch me today, you’ll be hacked to death as soon as you walk out of that hotel!”

‘This Philip Clarke, where does he get the confidence to speak to me like this?

‘Identity?

‘F*ck if you have a fucking identity!’

“Oh? You don’t believe me?”

Philip grinned, his smile carrying a sense of cruelty.

“Haha, Philip Clarke, I’ll admit, I underestimated you. But in Riverdale, there isn’t a person I don’t dare to touch! And there isn’t anyone who dares to touch me!”

Joel smiled coldly, completely ignoring the hitman sitting on the sofa.

‘He dares to kill me?

‘What awaits him is a catastrophe!

‘His whole family will be obliterated!’

Of course, what Joel said about Philip being hacked to death right away was an exaggeration, though not by much.

His uncle, Klaus Harris, was a famous regional mafia boss!

A figure of darkness!

things but was still alive and well. He was still the third dragon of

was Klaus Harris who

hot oil from the pot directly on the waiter’s face and brought his men to cripple that

a person.

capabilities, Joel was very

said indifferently, “Nobody dares to touch you? Then I really

that, Philip suddenly became extremely cold.

like he was being targeted by a fierce

and saw that the hitman had already stood up from the sofa. The dagger in his hands was gleaming in the

Don’t come over here! Don’t listen to

on the ground with a guilty

However!

Crack! Crack!

extremely strong slaps fell on his face. Joel tasted blood in his mouth, and several of his teeth were knocked out

look. I’ve now touched you, so try

Philip smiled coldly.

face was completely swollen like a pig’s head. Blood constantly flowed out of his mouth, and he hesitantly slurred, “Philip Clarke… You’re

to the side of the coffee table, fished

who walked into the room of the hotel. He asked,

Philip respectfully. Bending over, he said, “Mr. Clarke,

nodded, his gaze

Joel’s inside information long

Philip also knew about it. He had already asked

nothing but evil. There

and cast a glance at Wolf and his henchmen who were beaten up into a pulp. He asked, “Mr. Clarke, Mr.

said, “You can’t handle Klaus

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