The First Heir

Back to Uppercreek.

The next day, Philip finally got the rare opportunity to bring Wynn out for a stroll. When they returned to the hotel, two green jeeps suddenly drove up from the side of the road. The jeeps looked ordinary but Philip felt an indescribable chill from them.

Philip’s sixth sense was never wrong. They were here to pick a fight!

His eyes narrowed slightly. The two jeeps blocked the street, causing the car behind to keep honking, but they simply ignored it.

Wynn supported her big stomach and hid behind Philip. She looked at Philip a little worriedly and asked, “What’s going on?”

Philip shook his head and said, “I don’t know. Let’s see what happens.”

and a few men in green uniforms and helmets got down. They looked serious and

appearance caused the owner of the car who was honking and yelling behind them to instantly clam

‘Holy sh*t!’

members of the

the ranking on their shoulders, they did not hold low positions!

in their eyes. At first glance, they looked like elites who had gone through rigorous training on the battlefield. They were definitely not to be compared to the small fries Philip had encountered

t the bottom of the hotel steps, and raised

This was bad!

front of Philip. She looked at the other party coldly

was also on tenterhooks. They were members of the combat squad. Why would they