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!

arm. Exerting a little strength, he was rewarded with the painful shriek, not unlike that of a

rang loud

twisted in the opposite direction. The man rolled around on the floor in

light. The second bodyguard blinked only to watch his arm break

Crack!

Then, the third!

Fourth!

Fifth!

in the time it

all

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

Reaching a hand to cup 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

speaking. Grabbing

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

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

the threat

face flushed as he scrambled to

‘Who is this man?’

this man was just like any other piece of trash

he have such

sounded in the

on the floor. He was clutching his neck while coughing

break all your necks

to threaten these kinds of people with

“Leave!”