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.

blossomed into

an

was actually pushed several steps back, swaying

unscathed either. He took several steps

“Are you alright, Philip?”

Wynn asked anxiously.

sharp, like a blade of ice, as he stared intently at

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

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

that first exchange of blows, Philip and

They had gone green around the grills, frowning deeply and

never expected Philip to tank one

Uncle Len was. The old man was his father’s personal guard, a national-level martial

How could this be?

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

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

Instead, he whispered into Marcus’s ears, “This man is not your average Joe, Young Master. We should not be getting into a fight here. Dealing with him

but there was

carefully, Madam Johnston. I’ll only give you three days to reconsider.

said viciously before storming out of the

others left Beacon, Wynn finally felt the pressure lifted off

asking in concern, “Are you

“W-Water..”