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!

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

rang loud in the

bodyguard’s hand was broken by having it twisted in the

succession, Philip attacked again at the speed of light. The second bodyguard blinked only to watch his arm break

Crack!

Then, the third!

Fourth!

Fifth!

collapsed in screams, all in the time it took to take a

was all too

had not left the fight free of injuries either.

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 District

Grabbing Mitch by the throat, Philip lifted and suspended him

to know is that if you even think to hurt my wife again, or treat me with hostility, I can’t

was one of bone-chilling frost. To the extent that even Mitch Potter, a

the threat

over him, his face flushed as he scrambled to catch a

‘Who is this man?’

say that this man was just like any other piece of trash that fed off his

have such an oppressing

thud sounded in

causing Mitch to fall on the floor. He was clutching his neck

all your necks if I see you

these kinds of people with force, or they would

“Leave!”