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 a

an unexpected

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

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

“Are you alright, Philip?”

Wynn asked anxiously.

a blade of ice, as he stared intently

kind smile. “Well done. Very well done! I didn’t expect to find such a capable young man here in little

his combat aura settling

saying with a chuckle, “No,

first exchange of blows, Philip and Len came to a

and Houston Michaels looked especially shaken. They had gone green

more badly affected. He never expected Philip to tank

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

How could this be?

utterly furious, pointing at Philip as he roared, “Hurry up and get him, Uncle

He could not stop

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 requires further

that, but

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

viciously before storming

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

her up, asking in concern,

“W-Water..”