The First Heir

Graham Clarke’s branch family was in a complete uproar!

Soon after Graham gave his orders, another servant rushed into the hall and fell on their knees, weeping, “Old Master Graham! OId Master Gerard and Young Master have been grievously wounded and rendered immobile!”

Whoosh!

This piece of tragic news once more took Graham off-guard. He lost his balance and fell back onto his armchair, fighting to catch his breath!

He only recovered slightly when a servant hurriedly offered him some medicine.

“That b*stard, that little b*stard! Why do we have such an unfilial son in our ranks! The main family is doomed, I say, doomed!”

Graham cried at the top of his lungs and then slowly struggled to his feet like a man twice his age. He leaned on his black dragon cane and smashed it into the marble floor, barking, “Heed my orders! Gather all of our forces immediately and storm the main family! I will go to the enforcement hall now and request their intervention. We must make that useless brat pay, an eye for an eye!”

With those orders, everyone else hurried out of the fortress-like mansion.

All of Graham’s generation’s forces from the branch family leaped into action at once!

From above, one could see hundreds of guards in black, all armed to the teeth and gathered at the open space outside Graham’s hall!

They were locked and ready to move out!

Inside the hall, Graham sat in his armchair, looking at Jean’s corpse at his feet. His eyes glistened with tears.

survived his own

that he could not tolerate, not as the leader of this branch. He must

as he was about to walk out

black assassin’s suit suddenly appeared at the door. He wore a large cap and a

gaze was cold, heartless, and filled

about him was the

a short

of the Shadow

Squadron, the master

only thirty-six members of the entire squadron, and

could establish

shudder through Graham’s body, and his presence immediately

close to the center of authority here. They were just like

itself was

of the Clarke family had never seen the members’ true

Swoosh!

hand and shot out a sun-shaped flying dagger with thirteen spikes. It

sure justice is served for your branch. As such,

in the darkness conveyed

He was cold.

was no other way to describe

moment he spoke, the temperature in the hall plunged by several dozen

It was bone-piercingly cold.