The First Heir

After Philip and Theo left, Trent picked up the phone to call Quentin.

“Trent, where is he?” Quentin was in a bad temper and asked directly in a cold voice.

“Quentin, I advise you to stop while you can. The person Marcus offended is not someone you can afford to provoke.”

Trent did not want to ruin his relationship with Quentin. After all, he belonged to the Quaid family of Capital City and had immense power as well as a profound background.

Although the two were very close at one time, they parted ways because of an incident.

“What are you talking about? Is there someone I can’t afford to offend? Are you afraid to catch that person? Fine! I’ll personally bring my men to Riverdale!” Quentin was furious and roared angrily.

However, on the phone, Trent just replied solemnly, “Quentin Quaid! This world is not owned by your Quaid family! There are larger forces out there! Don’t forget how your eldest son was incapacitated back then!”

Lawrence?

Hearing this, Quentin trembled all over as the scenes from eight years ago flashed quickly in his mind.

Following that, the anger in his heart intensified!

Had that person returned?

No way!

Absolutely impossible!

Quentin roared, “What happened eight years ago, I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll destroy whoever stands in my way! I want to see just who you’re so afraid of!”

Slam!

hung up the phone angrily, not wanting to listen to the second half of

the order! Gather everyone! I

shouted to the butler, his face covered with frost as he was unable to conceal

his words and asked tremblingly, “Old Master, are you sure you want to do that? This is cross-regional and the

was really angry this time, but once this matter

glared and roared with a wave of his sleeves, “Send the

“Yes… Okay.”

no choice and

He punched his fist on the table while his eyes flashed menacingly. He said coldly, “The Quaid family won’t allow anyone to step on our

other side a few hours later, Philip’s motorcade

super prosperous metropolis full of hustle and bustle

international metropolis in the country and a gathering

also the fertile soil of

been here for

was full of emotions as he looked at the scenery outside

people he knew

where are we going first?” Theo asked

to the Hari dojo,” Philip said lightly, his eyes

next to him, was still expressionless and lazy with no trace

glanced at him hurriedly, anxiety welling in

but in the face of this well-known killer organization, could he really

noticed Theo’s suspicions and

the convoy arrived

was a woman wearing a cherry blossom kimono and wooden clogs. She was