The First Heir

At this moment on both sides of the stage, many big bosses from various districts were stepping out from backstage to the front to take their seats.

“Oh, Mr. Wood, long time no see.”

“Haha, Mr. Saunders, you’re here too.”

Several people who knew each other greeted politely.

On the surface, they were courteous like blood brothers. As soon as they sat down, however, their faces became cold. They were each thinking of ways to crush the other party later!

Soon, the main guest arrived.

“Master Cooke is here!” someone shouted in the crowd.

The leaders who were all seated got up and smiled at Ken Cooke who was walking out from backstage.

Ken, dressed in a black suit, looked vigorous with a ruddy complexion.

He was determined to win the top spot tonight.

“Master Ken, please take a seat. I’m afraid you’ll be taking the main seat tonight.”

Someone stepped forward at this moment and flattered.

Ken waved his hand and said, “Hey, the most important thing is to participate.”

a chair marked with the number three and smiled

smiled and said,

Ken sat down.

chairs marked with the numbers two and one, his mind

wish to

Of course!

also a symbol

However, he dared not.

characters who had

Master

the right, several people from the smaller areas

and said, “Should be

“Master Hart is here!”

Speaking of the devil!

again one after another, looking more enthusiastic

“Master Hart!”

“Hello, Master Hart!”

hands and greeted the middle-aged man who strode

martial arts uniform, he appeared before everyone with a stoic demeanor and a fierce gaze beneath his thick eyebrows. His expression was firm and composed, his entire body giving off a domineering

disciples followed behind him, each looking arrogant. It seemed that they had experienced

that Gibson Hart of the Fiery Koi Gang was a martial

Ken also got up, walked forward, and smiled at Gibson while

Hmph!