The First Heir

At this moment, Philip was like a battle god incarnate. His face was chilly, and his pupils reflected a biting killing intent! This sight stunned everyone in the suite!

What a shocking aura!

Was this really the usually wretched Philip Clarke?

Too horrifying!

Martin was also shocked by Philip’s angry roar. He immediately took two steps back and stammered, “You… What do you want to do..?”

Philip looked grim. Behind him, Theo waved his hand and a dozen thugs in black suits quickly subdued everyone else.

“Let go of us! Who are you to capture us?”

“Let go! Theo Zander, what’s the matter with you? You’re the kingpin of Riverdale. Why are you acting like a bodyguard for this guy?”

“Philip, hurry up and tell them to stop. You’ re making an illegal arrest!”

Several people bellowed angrily but Theo and his men would not listen at all.

for

this moment, Philip’s eyes were dark and cold. He glared at Martin in front of him as he approached the

a great foe. He panicked and shouted, “Stop there! What do you

was flustered as his eyes kept darting to Bernard next

stupid either. He quickly took out his

However…

Snap!

that, he kicked Bernard in the stomach. The latter hunched over like a shrimp as he flew out and crashed into a wine rack on the

Clatter!

on the floor. The entire floor was covered

in red

Bernard felt that the intestines in his stomach were in

the sofa. He said grimly, “Martin Johnston, you forced me

Martin Pharmaceutical. I’m Wynn’s second uncle!” Martin roared, watching as Philip walked toward

Bam!

Buk!

heavily into Martin’s face, causing his