The First Heir

Seeing Wallace motionless, Philip continued, “Why? Are you scared?”

The corners of Wallace’s mouth twitched as his eyes flashed. He said angrily, “Men, cut off their left hands!”

As soon as his voice fell, several of Wallace’s subordinates rushed into the hall and drew their daggers from their waists.

“Mr. Phoenix, please spare us!”

The dozen people who were kneeling panicked at the moment, desperately begging for mercy.

However, Wallace just waved his hand.

Swoosh!

Sounds of swishing daggers fell.

For a moment, the stench of blood permeated the whole hall, and everyone’s ears were filled with sounds of howls and wails.

“Drag them out!” Wallace gritted his teeth. “Send people to clean the floor!”

several others rushed in to wash

restored, but there was still a slight

his teeth. With dormant hatred in his eyes, he squeezed out a smile and said, “Young Master Clarke,

and applauded, saying as he laughed, “Very satisfied. Mr. Phoenix, you’re a man of your words. It just so happens that the scene earlier was recorded by my people. When the

in his hand and smiled slightly at the corner

video, the scene from just now was

Wallace’s

at Philip. “You dare to

nonchalantly, “What are you talking about? Didn’t you

was pale as

to swallow this insult.

F*ck!

Wallace cursed inwardly.

He had no desire to stay under the same roof as Philip anymore, so he decided to send them out. Since things had progressed

don’t be in

who had already turned away, turned back again. He looked at Philip

he saw a figure being pushed

Boom!

person was shoved to the ground