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

there was an unexpected

swaying

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

“Are you alright, Philip?”

Wynn asked anxiously.

sharp, like a blade of ice, as he

Philip a kind smile. “Well done. Very well done! I

continue fighting, his combat aura

“No, no, I’m not that special.

after that first exchange of blows, Philip and Len came

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

expected Philip to tank one

his father’s personal guard, a national-level martial artist that the Quaids have been hiring at extremely high

How could this be?

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

arch-nemesis. He could

into Marcus’s ears, “This man is not your average Joe, Young Master. We should not be getting

at that, but there

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

said viciously before storming

felt the pressure lifted off her shoulders. She slumped onto the

her up, asking in concern, “Are you alright,

“W-Water..”