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

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

balled his bandaged hand into a

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! As for the girl, I want her caught

face, Mitch did not

did it matter if Philip had shown

faced

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

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.

“What are you doing? There are so many of them there. To go out is to get yourself killed! I’ll call the police!

she stood, her grip

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

She did not understand why either, but there was nothing except unwavering

was worried about

many

her own, she hesitated before she spoke, “Please

chest. The sight of the woman he was chasing after being all lovey-dovey

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

hatred in Noah’s

him! Beat up whoever comes

standing behind him ran and

qualms with creating a ruckus, for someone would surely have dealt with the authorities already. As long as the ruckus did not get

he had to say was there had been a fight between