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.

nurtured by the fraternity. They were a group of die-hard followers

menacing smirk, though forced, only seemed to grow stronger as he took

hand

Following the rules of

Mitch did not

it matter if Philip had shown exceptional execution in the

he do when faced

around why so many people wished to feed him to the fishes. Especially not when they were to one

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

head at Philip. She pulled him back as she frantically interjected. “What are you doing? There are so many of

she stood, her

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

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

she was worried

just too many

she hesitated before

in his chest. The sight of the woman he was chasing after being all lovey-dovey with another man sent

you pay! I’ll make sure to have you pressed on my bed tonight, Wynn Johnston. You’ll be begging on your knees

hatred in Noah’s heart

up whoever comes

behind him ran and pounced toward Philip like starved wolves at the sight

already. As long as the ruckus did not get out of control, it would not be anything money could not

if one or two ended up dead? All he had to say was there had been a fight between people and pay someone to take the