The First Heir

Mandy looked around at the Snapdragon combatants who quickly surrounded the area and her face darkened. Mac was overjoyed when he saw this scene. The expression on his face turned from nervousness to relaxation, followed by panic.

After all, the appearance of the Snapdragons meant that Old Master Santos was here in person. Sure enough, one of the Apaches landed on the ground and Garth Santos in his white martial arts garb stepped down from the helicopter.

Four Snapdragon combatants guarded him closely from front and back.

This was a legend in the territory, a radiant star!

After Garth arrived, the two confronting parties made way for him. He walked over without even a glance at Mandy and approached Mac directly, first glaring at him coldly before saying solemnly, “I’ll take care of you when we get back.”

Then, he smiled at Philip and said, “Mr. Clarke, I’m sorry to have made you suffer. I’m here to pick you up.”

With Garth Santos around, there was nothing to worry about.

“Mr. Santos, I didn’t expect you to turn up in

with his hands behind his back, he said, “Little girl, even your mother, Dahlia Una, wouldn’t dare to talk

lot of fame, but this is the business of my Griffin Pavilion. I hope that you won’t interfere in it. Otherwise,

indeed your mother’s daughter, carved out of the same mold

to order me around! The Nonagon must have been left alone for too long that they don’t have any respect for anyone else nor the country! You’re just a bunch of selfish and materialistic guys who claim to be working for human civilization and the future, but in fact,

away, you have to convince me first or dismiss me from my post! Otherwise, I’ll definitely pay a

the grand commander in the territory, Garth Santos was just short of being a supreme in terms of position. Although the Nonagon could bypass the combat squad, they still had to toe the line in front of a grand commander like Garth. After all, grand commanders were the cornerstone of the territory. Offending a grand commander would be tantamount to offending all battle forces in the

how powerful the Nonagon was, they would not

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the Nonagon headquarters. The pointed black

headquarters building, the streets in all directions were densely packed

them were heading into

fully armed combat personnel. All of them wore dark green combat uniforms. Like blades that formed

the crowds of fighters on each street, poles with huge red and black flags fluttered in