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

an unexpected turn of

several steps back, swaying slightly before he could regain

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

“Are you alright, Philip?”

Wynn asked anxiously.

was serious and sharp, like a blade of ice, as

shook out his fingers for a bit and took a deep breath before giving Philip a kind smile. “Well done. Very well done!

fighting, his combat

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

see that after that first exchange

green around the grills, frowning

was even more badly affected. He never expected Philip to tank one of

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

How could this be?

roared, “Hurry up and

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

not initiate another fight. 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

frowned even deeper at that, but there was nothing

give you three days to reconsider. After that, I’ll

said viciously before storming

Beacon, Wynn finally felt the pressure lifted off her shoulders. She slumped onto

hurriedly helped her up, asking in concern,

“W-Water..”