The First Heir

Facing a grim reaper like Philip, no one dared to answer!

Only a fool would jump out at this time. It would be equivalent to seeking death!

This ruthless person had eliminated Yale Caruso who had resonated with the underground forces of Golden City for more than 20 years with his bare hands. Even Huck Thorn was not his opponent!

The blueprint of the underground forces of Golden City would see a change tonight!

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks would be in vain!

In Philip’s eyes, he just wanted to say that everyone present in the hall was rubbish!

At the same time, he lamented that he had not been to Golden City for a long time. Had some people already forgotten his existence?

The whole hall was silent and no one dared to take the lead. Without their pillars of support, they were like headless flies!

Yale was lying on the ground, trembling. He had never been defeated like this before. The pain in his legs made him sweat all over!

“Kill him! Kill him for me!”

Yale shouted as he endured the pain. “Whoever hacks him to death shall be the next president!”

Before he could complete his sentence, Philip snatched a saber and threw it out. With a loud clunk, Yale’s arm was severed at the wrist!

“Argh!”

as blood sprayed all

pain made

nonsense at

coldly with murderous intent in his

me, then you must also

the hall, facing dozens of elites opposite them without any signs of fear at all. Instead, they walked forward step by step, forcing the elites to retreat one by

had managed to suppress

longer?”

“Soon.”

behind Philip, was already stunned silly by

entrance of the hotel. Dozens

to the people inside, you’ve

groups of personnel fully-armed

with a gun in hand and a passport hanging on his chest glanced at all the thugs who had been apprehended by the armed personnel before he

maintained her distance from that man and

frown, but he still stretched

party’s hand, and

in a hotel

the bed next to a woman with a slender body and a thin waist. He was

for? Can’t

bed angrily. After all, anyone who was interrupted in the middle of such activities would be in a bad mood, let alone a young master

full of horror as he scampered in and said in a panic, “Mr. Darren, something has happened!