The First Heir

At a seafront villa where security measures had been enhanced. The entire villa appeared to be unusually guarded.

All around, there was a constant patrol of heavily armed guards. Offshore, there were yachts and warships. From time to time, hovering helicopters patrolled in the sky.

It could be said that this place was under extremely tight security.

At this moment, in the main hall of the villa, Monty Simmons’ chest and abdomen were bandaged. He knelt with one knee on the ground

The mask on his face had been taken off, and half of his face was very ugly as though it had been burnt.

Only he and the former supreme knew of this secret.

After Monty entered the door, he had gotten punished for his greed and half of his face was destroyed.

In front of him, an old man in a sleeping robe was leaning on a cane and staring at him with an ugly expression. He was none other than the former supreme. He shouted, “Do you know your mistake?!”

Monty said sullenly, “I know my mistake. Please punish me!”

Bang!

to get something, not hurt someone! Jacob Jensen was an old friend of mine, after all. Now that he has passed away, I should’ve been

lowered his head and said, “I

few ragged breaths, and said coldly, “Get up. Did you get

and said,

“Fulton Hash?”

furrowed. His face was full of chills and his eyes danced with coldness as he said,

lord, what should we do

for a moment and said, “The day after tomorrow is the world tournament. Bring some people over there to keep an eye on things. If you have a chance, go to

bowed, and exited the

not until after Monty left that a guard came in to report,

in,” the

tall and elegant. She had on black boots with a black knee-length

Supreme, how

Giada bowed and curtsied.

an old man in a gray shirt who was none other than

see. It’s been several months since the last time we parted

former supreme narrowed his eyes and smiled, gesturing for

a smile, “Lord Supreme,