The First Heir

Victor Bell stepped forward, glanced at the dozen or so hooligans in front of him grimly, and shouted, “Who sent you here? If you tell me, I’ll let you go!”

Vlctor was angry. Those who dared to stop Philip’s car were simply looking for death!

The man in the lead chuckled and said, “Oh, are you impersonating street punks by bringing so many henchmen with you? If you had asked around, you would’ve found out that this territory belongs to me, Marvin!”

“Also, who the hell are you? Is there someone like you in Riverdale? How come I’ve never seen you before?”

The man continued mocking as he jabbed the baseball bat in his hand directly on Victor’s chest. His attitude was extremely pompous.

Victor lowered his eyebrows and looked at the baseball bat on his chest. The corners of his mouth twitched as cold intent appeared on his face.

When had Victor Bell, one of the three major underground forces in Uppercreek, ever been provoked like this?

“Do it! Beat them up until they tell us who sent them!” Victor roared furiously.

In an instant, the dozen or so thugs behind him rushed out in a swarm and fought with the group of hooligans.

If something happens,

hollered before

Biff, bang, thud!

all fell to the ground in three

the hand of the guy who jabbed the baseball bat on his chest

Argh!

resounded through the

named Marvin was drenched in a cold sweat and his face was flushed. He felt that his hand was

you one last chance! Who sent

shouted, “I’ll tell you! It was

‘Master Bernard?’

he was

the newly appointed deputy chairman of Beacon Group!” the guy

car window, and said respectfully, “Young Master Clarke, I found out who’s

Philip’s face was indifferent as he nodded