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

looked at the other party indifferently, smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said, “I’ll count to three. If you don’t let go

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

his iron hard fist

hand casually, and easily grabbed the opponent’s

ass and Tyrone instantly lost his center of gravity. He crashed into the concrete on

He had not exerted his full strength at all. Otherwise, Tyrone would probably be dead from

ground, feeling dizzy. He flexed his arm as

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