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.

all foot soldiers nurtured by the fraternity. They were a group of die-hard followers with weapons

menacing smirk, though forced, only seemed to grow stronger as he took in the large gang Mitch had brought forth

bandaged hand

right, my brothers? Today, someone dared to provoke the fraternity. Following the

Mitch did not seem wary

matter if Philip had shown exceptional execution in the private

he do when faced

to the fishes. Especially not when they were to one who kept provoking him only to turn it around and claim that it

dejectedly, he pulled Wynn, who had fallen into a daze long ago, and patted her fragrant shoulder. He

you doing? There are so many of them there.

was terrified. Shaking where she stood, her grip on Philip

shook his head and gave Wynn a persuasive look. “Don’t worry, they can’t hurt me. Wait

eyes suddenly dampened. She did not understand why either, but there was nothing except unwavering trust in Philip in her chest at that moment, like how she had

was worried

were just too many people on the

hand in her own, she hesitated before she spoke, “Please

the woman he was chasing after being all lovey-dovey with another man sent fires

on my bed tonight, Wynn

in Noah’s heart was only

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

of the fraternity standing behind him ran and

no qualms with creating a ruckus, for someone would surely have dealt with the authorities already. As long as the

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