The First Heir

Fred’s face was ashen at this moment. His pupils trembled as he glared angrily at Philip and the others!

Damn it!

He had walked right into the trap!

He did not expect that even the hidden forces he had prepared for ten years were dealt with overnight!

Fred sneered and said, “Indeed, you’re not an ordinary person. I didn’t expect that an experienced person like myself would fall for a trap laid out by a junior like you! But don’t think that I’d be afraid of you just because you’ve caught them! The hotel has been surrounded by my people! All of them will listen to my instructions and act accordingly! At most, we’ll just perish together!”

Philip shook his head indifferently as he looked at the furious Fred. “Perish together? I’m afraid you won’t have that chance.”

Fred was puzzled. His expression tensed as he asked, “What do you mean?”

Philip shrugged and said, “You can see for yourself what’s going on around the building.”

He hurried to the window and looked

He was instantly dumbfounded!

armored trucks had appeared on the streets. Each was full of heavily

quickly rushed into the crowd and detained

saw the heavily armed combatants who

had they seen something like this in real life? They were so scared that their legs went weak and they

simply pulled out anti-riot batons and

resort to force got knocked down to the ground by the butt of the rifles and fell into a dead faint. The entire scene was in

army was wiped out. At this point, Fred was in a complete panic

decades yet had never seen

a strength that ordinary people

hands in his trouser pockets. With an indifferent expression, he looked at Fred

staring at Philip as he yelled hysterically, “Who the hell are

Jowin as he left with a wave of

can tell you that no one in Flower City can be Young Master Clarke’s opponent. The only reason

Hiss!