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 meant to cause serious

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

hand into a tight

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

his face, Mitch did

did it matter if Philip had shown exceptional

when faced with

head around why so many people wished to feed him to the fishes. Especially not when they were to one who kept provoking him only to turn it around and claim

into a daze long ago, and patted her fragrant shoulder. He whispered against her pink cheeks, “It’s safer inside, honey. You can come

shook her head at Philip. She pulled him back as she frantically interjected. “What are you doing? There are so many of them there. To go out is to get yourself killed! I’ll

was terrified. Shaking where she stood, her

“Don’t worry,

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

was

were just too many people

hand in her own, she hesitated before she spoke, “Please be

him, Noah 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 of fury shooting upward

sure to have you pressed on my bed tonight, Wynn Johnston. You’ll be begging on your

in Noah’s

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

him ran and pounced toward Philip like starved wolves

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

to say was there