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.

They were a group of die-hard followers with weapons meant

seemed to grow stronger as he took in the

balled his bandaged hand into a

to do right, my brothers? Today, someone dared to provoke the fraternity. Following the rules of the fraternity, the man is to be axed, then fed to the fishes!

painting his face, Mitch did not seem wary

it matter if Philip had shown exceptional execution in the private

when faced with

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

long ago, and patted her fragrant shoulder. He whispered against her

are so many

where she stood, her grip on

persuasive look. “Don’t worry, they can’t hurt me. Wait for me,

nothing except unwavering trust in Philip in her chest at that moment, like how she had

she was

were just too many people on the other

her own, she hesitated before

him, Noah felt his hatred bubble in his chest. The sight of the woman he was chasing after being all

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

hatred in Noah’s heart

up whoever comes in between the fraternity tonight! Beat them up until

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

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

All he had to say was there had been a fight between people and pay someone to