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.

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

stronger as he took in the large gang Mitch had brought forth with

hand into a tight

brothers? Today, someone dared to provoke the fraternity. Following the rules of the

painting his face, Mitch did not seem

Philip had

do when faced with 30

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

his head dejectedly, he pulled Wynn, who had fallen into a daze long ago, and patted her fragrant shoulder. He whispered against her pink cheeks, “It’s safer inside, honey. You can come out after

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

where she stood, her grip on Philip

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

why either, but there was nothing except unwavering trust in Philip in her chest at that moment, like how she had felt

she was

just too many people on the

hand in her own, she hesitated before

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

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

hatred in Noah’s

roared and commanded with the wave of his hand, “Get him! Beat up whoever comes in between the fraternity tonight! Beat

his order, members of the fraternity standing behind him ran and pounced toward Philip like

would surely have dealt with the authorities already. As long as the ruckus did not get out of control, it would not be anything

say was there had been a fight between