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!

was rewarded with the painful shriek, not unlike that of a

crisp crack rang

in the

second bodyguard blinked only to watch his arm break in front of his very

Crack!

Then, the third!

Fourth!

Fifth!

all in the time it took

was all too

fight free of injuries either. They had landed

his bleeding shoulder, he stared at Philip. This was the first time he felt the threat of death. He roared as if his life depended on it, “Do

strode over, reaching in front of him before he finished speaking. Grabbing Mitch by the

that if you even think to hurt my

To the extent that even Mitch Potter, a man who lived the life of violence, heard

was the threat

face flushed

‘Who is this man?’

Noah not say that this man was just like any other

did he have such an oppressing

sounded in

grip, causing Mitch to fall on the floor. He was clutching his neck while coughing

break all your necks

threaten these kinds of

“Leave!”