The First Heir

Mitch scoffed. He pinned a sinister gaze on Philip as he spoke, “I’ve heard rumors of your madness before, you little sh*t. Can’t say I’m surprised, but there’s no way I’m letting you leave this room alive.”

With the same indifferent expression on his face, Philip held the silver chopsticks, a knife, and a fork in his hands. Frost oozed off him in waves!

Squinting his eyes at Mitch, the corner of Philip’s mouth stretched to reveal what one would associate with the smile of death. “I don’t know about me leaving the room alive, but you’re definitely not leaving the room unscathed!”

With that, Philip threw the knife in his hand, lodging it into Mitch’s shoulder in the blink of an eye!

Brutal!

Mitch’s shoulder was already covered with a sheen of bright red by the time it dawned on him what had happened!

Clutching his arm, Mitched staggered backward and roared with a menacing expression, “Kill him! Cut off his hands and legs!”

Philip was too fast. All the eight bodyguards in the room could only watch with their jaws slack from shock. They stared dazedly at Mitch, for this was the first time they saw their boss, the great Mitch Potter, with an egg on his face!

They turned to look at the culprit behind… What an overpowering aura!

“What are you doing, just standing there? Get him! I want him dead!”

The bodyguards snapped back to their senses at Mitch’s growl and quickly dashed to surround Philip!

What was this atrocity, hurting the master of their fraternity right in front of them! It was evidence of their dereliction. One that would surely cost them their arms and legs should the incident be investigated after!

Philip remained unfazed as he took his time sweeping his gaze over the men around him.

Right then, a bodyguard leaned forward, raising a fist that aimed for Philip’s cheek!

grabbed the offending arm. Exerting a little strength, he was rewarded

rang

in the opposite

again at the speed of light. The second bodyguard blinked only to watch his arm break in front of his

Crack!

Then, the third!

Fourth!

Fifth!

sturdy bodyguards collapsed in screams, all in the time it took to take

was all

injuries either. They had landed a few hits to his chest

was the first time he felt the threat of death. He roared as if his life depended on it, “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the master of the South River

of him before he finished speaking. Grabbing Mitch by the throat, Philip lifted and suspended him

All you have to know is that if you even think to hurt my wife again, or treat me with hostility,

the extent that even Mitch Potter, a

was the threat

over him, his face flushed as he scrambled to

‘Who is this man?’

just like any other piece of trash

did he have such an

sounded in

his grip, causing Mitch to fall on the floor. He was

your necks if I see

of people with force, or they would never

“Leave!”