The First Heir

Fennel was right and Venom was fully aware of it.

Just now, Fennel’ s kick had injected a lot of vigor into his body. If he dared to activate his energy now and the two forces collided, his internal organs would not be able to withstand it. His organs would crumble! If that happened, he would be rendered an invalid!

The Nonagon would have no use for an invalid!

Venom dared not move around and could only kneel on the floor, enduring the pain in his abdomen. He could hardly believe that a guy who had entered the second or even third zone behind the door would appear here in the outside world!

He and the other enforces had been given this assignment for the Nonagon’s selection this time. He really had not seen Fennel before! In that case, only two possibilities could explain the current situation.

First, he was a member of the Five Pavilions and could freely enter and exit the Nonagon.

Second, he was an outcast of the door, one who was wanted by the Nonagon.

As for which possibility it was, Venom dared not speculate freely!

If he was someone from the Five Pavilions, Venom could only lament his bad luck and apologize. If it was the latter, Venom would have to report this matter to the Nonagon to determine the identity of the other party.

Otherwise, if such a guy caused trouble in the outside world, it would affect the balance of the world structure. While Venom was contemplating, Connie Olsen walked over with an icy expression at this moment. She glanced at Venom who was kneeling on the ground, glared at the nonchalant Fennel fiercely, and asked, “Who are you? Do you know what will happen if you attack an enforcer of the Nonagon?”

Someone actually dared to attack an enforcer of the Nonagon. If

man in front had severely injured Venom with just one kick. His strength could

eyes kept scrutinizing Fennel as she tried to judge his

Philip’s shoulder and said to Connie, “Babe, this is my buddy. The direct access spot in your hand goes to him. If there’s

but no

carried a hint of amusement but

huffed coldly and said, “Friend, you haven’t even given your name yet. If you want

ordinary guy

This was too unrealistic!

his identity

be the descendant of

a bodyguard, it would seem that this family was

commented, “90, 60,90, perfect. Babe, do you want

and cold. Her almond shaped eyes exploded with a biting chill as her body surged with a murderous

was eyeing her

Hooligan!

Simply a scoundrel!

suggestive eyes sweeping over her body and