The First Heir

“Young Master Clarke, I’d advise you not to do that! The person behind me is definitely not someone you can easily provoke!”

Wylan endured the urge to kill Philip in his heart as he said that.

However…

Philip said lightly, “In this world, no one can persuade me. Not you, and not even the one behind you.”

After that, Philip asked Crawford next to him, “How long before it starts?”

Crawford glanced at the time and said, “Another ten minutes to go.”

Philip nodded and said to Wylan, “I’ll give you ten minutes to think about it. Kneel down and apologize to the old master, or break your arms and crawl out on your knees.”

Thereafter, the side hall fell into silence.

Wylan was drenched in a cold sweat. After a few minutes, he finally could not bear the pressure of the six masters behind him and shouted angrily, “Philip Clarke! Don’t be too arrogant! I don’t believe no one can take you down!”

After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed a number. He spoke respectfully and anxiously, “My lord, I encountered some trouble and was stopped in the side hall of the venue.”

he glanced at the

this

of the phone, an old voice sounded. “Are you

I…” Wylan was

other party

the other end of the

“Yes, my lord.”

the voice on the other end before he could say

do whatever the other party tells you

the other end replied and

looked at the phone blankly and shouted a few times but

said flatly,

Thump!

without any

behind him had already

I

said through clenched teeth, his heart still unwilling to

at the other party. He pointed to

clenched his fists, knelt before the old

Philip