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!

angrily, not wanting to listen to

order! Gather everyone! I want to

with frost as he was unable

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

was scared. The old master was really angry this time, but once this matter was

wave

“Yes… Okay.”

butler had no choice and left

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

other side a few hours later, Philip’s

super prosperous metropolis full of hustle and bustle with

the country and a gathering place

soil of wealth and the cradle of

had not been here for

full of emotions as he looked

people he

Theo asked respectfully from the

dojo,” Philip said

was still expressionless and lazy with no trace

hurriedly, anxiety

man, but in the face of this well-known killer organization, could he really defeat 72 people

Theo’s suspicions and

convoy

the Japanese-style building, there was a woman wearing a cherry blossom kimono and wooden clogs. She was constantly bending over and nodding