The First Heir

Philip shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but what I do know is that I beat someone up pretty badly a while ago, and then I warned him that if he ever came to Riverdale again, or if he ever tried to get back at Beacon, I would make him suffer even worse!”

Marcus flipped out, roaring, “Famous last words! Uncle Len, show him what happens to people who defy our family! Make him regret it!”

The old man Len stepped forth, his eyes gleaming. With every breath, his aura seemed to expand to the size of a mountain as he pounced at Philip!

Len made his move. He lifted his hand and lashed out a punch that surged toward Philip’s chest like a tsunami!

Marcus chortled ruthlessly. To him, Philip was already as good as dead!\

Anyone who opposed him was dancing with the devil!

He could already imagine how that b*stard would soon be crawling on the ground and begging him for mercy, wailing his eyes out.

Blake was secretly pleased as well. He did not know how strong Len truly was, but he knew that anyone who could stand by the master of the Quaid household’s side had to be among the strongest martial artists in the country, if not the world!

This time, they were surely going to nab Beacon and avenge all the wrongs that had been done to him. It would be killing two birds with one stone!

Wynn’s eyes were full of worry. When she saw the old man attack Philip, she could not help but cry, “Watch out!”

Philip’s gaze hardened, and he responded with a punch!

Bam!

Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

sneer blossomed into a

was an

was actually pushed several steps back, swaying slightly before he could regain

not escape unscathed either. He took several steps back and regained his balance,

“Are you alright, Philip?”

Wynn asked anxiously.

and sharp, like a blade of

took a deep breath before giving Philip a kind smile. “Well done. Very well done! I didn’t expect to find such a capable young man here in little old Riverdale. The future truly is

fighting, his combat aura settling down

slightly before saying with a chuckle, “No, no, I’m not that special. You

first exchange

Houston Michaels looked especially shaken. They had gone green around the grills, frowning deeply and not saying

badly affected. He never expected Philip to

Uncle Len was. The old man was his father’s personal guard, a national-level martial artist that the Quaids have

How could this be?

Philip as he roared, “Hurry up and get him, Uncle Len! Break his arms and

Philip was his arch-nemesis. He could not stop until Philip

fight. Instead, he whispered into Marcus’s ears, “This man is not your average Joe, Young Master.

even deeper at that, but there was nothing he

think about it carefully, Madam Johnston. I’ll only give

before storming out

lifted off her shoulders. She slumped onto the

helped her up, asking

“W-Water..”