The First Heir

Fred picked up the wine glass on the table and finished it in one gulp before abruptly throwing it on the table. He put his arms around the two charming beauties and said, “Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“F-Fred, Rocky and the gang went to capture Philip Clarke but everyone was wiped out! We’ve lost all contact with them!” the underling got up from the ground and said while trembling.

“What?!”

Fred was shocked and stood up from the sofa in astonishment!

The few beauties around wanted to go over to comfort him but Fred flew into a temper and slapped them while shouting, “Get lost!”

The beauties covered their red cheeks and ran out of the door in a hurry.

Fred scowled and asked, “What’s going on? Rocky brought a dozen elites with him but you’re saying everyone was wiped out?”

was one of Fred’s most capable followers. He had been with him for seven to eight years. He had never failed

with my own eyes. Rocky and the others were all tied up and taken away from the

“F*ck!”

the bottles and glasses to come crashing on the floor. He walked back and forth in the private room with his hands on his hips, chills radiating from

his head and replied, “I’m not sure yet. I’ve never seen this gang in

Smack!

and find out, then? Find out who the other party is and tell them that if they mess with

immediately bowed and

to leave when Fred added, “Wait a minute, what’s the

Rocky and the gang being taken out. There was no sign of

and surround the

“Yes!”

room. About ten minutes later, a few luxury cars quickly drove up to the entrance of the club. The cars were either Mercedes-Benz S-Class or Porsche. One after another, dignified figures of Flower City

were the five lieutenants