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.

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

though forced, only seemed to grow stronger as he took in the large gang

hand

fraternity. Following the rules of the fraternity, the man is to be axed, then fed to the fishes! As for the girl, I

Mitch did not seem

if Philip had shown exceptional execution in

when faced with 30 to 40

not when they were to one who kept provoking him only to turn it around and claim that it was

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

interjected. “What are you doing? There are so many

Shaking where she stood, her grip on

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

Wynn’s 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

was worried

many people on the

her own, she

before him, Noah felt his hatred bubble in his chest. The sight of the woman he was chasing after being all lovey-dovey with another

on my bed tonight, Wynn Johnston. You’ll be begging on

Noah’s heart was

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

of the fraternity standing behind him ran and pounced toward Philip like starved wolves

dealt with the authorities already. As long as the ruckus did not get

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