The First Heir

Seeing Philip’s irritable temper, Tyrone got annoyed and roared furiously, “I said so! I have the final say in Warehouse 8! If you dare say another word, I’ll kill you right now!”

While saying this, Tyrone was a little apprehensive. After all, he did not have the final say in Warehouse 8. However, none of the others wanted to take this credit away from him. All of them were seemingly unconcerned.

“Is that so?” A faint smile appeared on Philip’s face.

This was getting more and more interesting, so he would play along.

Tyrone’s anger was close to exploding. He raised his fist to punch Philip in the face when suddenly, the latter sat up straight, stared at Tyrone with a mocking smile, and said, “Let’s play this game, then. You go and clean up the urinal pit. If I find a drop of urine, I’ll make you drink all of it!”

Tyrone was already startled when Philip abruptly sat up. Upon hearing such arrogant words from the other party, he was furious!

“You’re f*cking dead!”

the collar. He sized Philip up as a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said, “Oh,

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t let go by

and naturally would not be intimidated by a few simple words from Philip. With a fierce scowl, he sneered and said, “Damn you, you piece of trash! You don’t know the rules and even want to threaten me? In

iron hard fist and slung it at Philip’s

Philip merely chuckled without paying any heed to it. He shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand casually, and easily grabbed the opponent’s fist. Then, Philip twisted a backhand and Tyrone immediately screamed. His entire body followed the force exerted by

center of gravity. He crashed into

full strength at all. Otherwise, Tyrone would probably be

the ground, feeling dizzy. He flexed his arm as he grunted a

up and raised his leg again, wanting to kick Philip to death. He was simply too careless just now. He did not