The First Heir

Philip furrowed his eyebrows, displeasure brewing ice-cold in his chest. In front of him were 30 to 40 men with over ten multi-purpose vehicles stopped before the hotel’s entrance.

The Andersons of the South River District had gone too far.

Philip was infuriated. One Beacon Pharmaceutical and one investment of a billion yuan, and now he had to deal with this insufferable aftermath.

Philip knew that none of this would have occurred without the help of someone more powerful behind the scenes.

30 to 40 men, each a thug with a bloodthirsty look in their eyes. They were either topless so that their tattoos were visible or clutching metal rods in their hands.

It had been many years since the last local gang fight in Riverdale, let alone an intercity one.

Especially fights where one of the parties all had ‘fraternity’ tattooed in red on their backs!

“Holy sh*t! That’s the South River District’s fraternity! Why are they here in Riverdale?”

“Oh, God, what’s happening? Fraternity? The one even stronger than our local Theo Zander, that fraternity?”

Many of the passersby fled and hid after recognizing who these men were. They were afraid that they would be roped in unnecessarily and face dire consequences!

“What’s happening? The previous one marked the destruction of Klaus Harris, so what’s the fraternity here for?”

Many exclaimed, for this scene in front of them was indeed a little too much.

fraternity. They were a group of die-hard followers with weapons meant to

seemed to grow stronger as he took in the

bandaged hand

the fraternity. Following the rules of the fraternity, the man is to be axed, then fed to the fishes! As for the girl, I want her caught

his face, Mitch did not seem wary at

matter if Philip had shown exceptional execution in the private

do when faced with 30 to 40

could not wrap his head around why so many people wished to feed him to the fishes. Especially not when they were to one who kept provoking him only to turn it around and claim that it was all his

a daze long ago, and patted her fragrant shoulder. He whispered against her pink cheeks, “It’s safer inside, honey. You can

so many of them there. To go

she stood, her grip on Philip

his head and gave Wynn a persuasive look. “Don’t worry,

was nothing except unwavering trust in Philip in her chest at that moment, like

she was

many people

Philip’s hand in her own, she

felt his hatred bubble in his chest. The sight of the woman he was chasing after being all lovey-dovey with another man sent fires of fury shooting upward

have you pressed on my bed

hatred in Noah’s heart

of his hand, “Get him! Beat up whoever comes in between the

ran and pounced toward Philip like starved

the authorities already. As long as the ruckus did not get out of control, it would

two ended up dead? All he had to say was there had been a