The First Heir

This was Heath, the leader of the entire Southcross District in Uppercreek.

He was a man with money and manpower.

He had more than 40 men under him and managed more than 20 venues, large and small.

Anyone on the streets would have to greet him courteously when they saw him!

This was his prestige.

“Heath, you’re finally here. This kid hurt several of my men and wants to stand up for Merry Orphanage!”

Geoff and his men had already scrambled up from the ground at this moment. They were standing beside Heath in a hurry and panic.

Philip put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the group of people indifferently. The newcomers looked aggressive and hostile.

Heath puffed on his cigar with a smile of admiration at the corners of his mouth, saying, “Young man, you’re very courageous. Why don’t you join me? Beauties, manpower, and money, you can have anything you want.”

At this moment, Heath had actually set his eyes on the talent and said with a faint smile.

Hearing that, Geoff dared not say anything. He only glared at Philip with utmost resentment in his eyes.

An offer from Heath was something most people could only dream of.

In the outside world, countless people were hoping to earn Heath’s acknowledgment.

If they followed Heath, they could practically rise with the tide and stay on top.

his words directly stunned everyone around

was

lucky stars to be looked upon favorably by Heath,

Heath was a burly man with a crew cut and a deep scar on his

cigar with his fingertips around his mouth while

when she heard this

that Philip

However, beyond everyone’s expectations…

and declined. “Sorry, you’re

Hiss!

on the scene took

boy

What did he say?

Heath was not qualified?

He was seeking death!

There was a faint sneer at the corners of his mouth. His chin was slightly raised, and he muttered to the

Heath no longer looked at Philip but silently walked to Ivy who was standing

shred of woe in his eyes at the

an unruly guy like that

with a sneer at the corners of his mouth. He cracked his knuckles, walked toward Philip, and smiled coldly before saying, “It has been a long time since I’ve seen such a stubborn

that said, the scarred man kicked his legs high as if performing acrobatics and punched the air

he provocatively beckoned his fingers at Philip and shouted,

wondered if he

directly toward

on a fighting stance, and yelled out a battle cry. He launched a kick at Philip

mockingly