The First Heir

Chapter 603

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 Yale

nonsense at

at Yale coldly with murderous intent in

you’ve decided to kill me, then you must also have

elites opposite them without any signs of fear at all.

had managed to

much longer?” Philip

“Soon.”

who was standing not too far behind Philip, was

rang at the entrance of the hotel. Dozens of

the people inside, you’ve been surrounded.

two groups of personnel fully-armed with ammunition broke in and

who had been apprehended by the armed personnel before he put away his gun. He walked toward Cynthia and asked with an

that man and replied, “I’m

with a frown, but he still stretched out

the other party’s

time in a hotel

lying on the bed next to a woman with a slender body and a thin waist. He was just about to start another round when his henchman shouted

shouting 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 like

in and said in a panic, “Mr. Darren, something has happened! Mr. Yale… He… And

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