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

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

balled his bandaged hand into

shouted fiercely, “You know what to do right, my brothers? Today, someone dared to provoke the fraternity. Following the rules of the fraternity, the man is to be axed,

painting his face, Mitch did not seem wary

Philip had shown exceptional execution in the private

when faced with 30 to

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

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

interjected. “What are you doing? There are so many of them there.

Shaking where she

worry, they can’t hurt me. Wait for me, okay?

dampened. She did not understand why either, but there was nothing except unwavering trust in Philip in her chest at that moment,

she was worried

many people on the

she hesitated before she spoke, “Please

The sight of the woman he

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

Noah’s heart was

hand, “Get him! Beat up whoever comes in between the fraternity tonight! Beat them up

behind him ran and pounced toward Philip like starved

would surely have dealt with the authorities already. As long as the ruckus did not get out of

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