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 meant to cause

to grow stronger as he took in

his bandaged hand

the fraternity. Following the rules of the fraternity, the man is to be axed, then fed

painting his face, Mitch did

Philip had

he do when faced with 30 to 40

feed him to the fishes. Especially not when they were to one who kept provoking him only to turn it

patted her fragrant

back as she frantically interjected. “What are you doing? There are so many of them there. To go out is

terrified. Shaking where she stood, her grip

gave Wynn a persuasive look. “Don’t worry, they can’t hurt me. Wait for me, okay? I’ll be

not understand why either, but there was nothing except unwavering trust in Philip in her chest at

she was worried

many people on

own, she hesitated before she spoke, “Please

felt his hatred bubble in his chest. The sight of the woman he was chasing after being all lovey-dovey

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

hatred in Noah’s heart was only

up whoever comes in between

order, members of the fraternity standing behind him ran and pounced toward Philip like starved wolves at

had no qualms with creating a ruckus, for someone would surely have dealt with the authorities already. As long as the ruckus did not

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