The First Heir

With the spear in his hand, Philip flicked the spearhead that carried a piercing purple- gold glint and pointed directly at Desmond who stood in the distance with his hands behind his back.

“Old man, for beating up my people on my territory, you really deserve to die!” Philip said coldly.

Desmond was still shocked by Philip’s skill at the moment. Hearing these words, he raised his eyebrows and his mouth trembled with hatred as he roared, “Philip Clarke, you killed my great-grandson. I represent the law enforcement hall and am here to arrest you! You can either meekly give up and let me bring you back to the law enforcement hall, or I’ll break all your limbs before bringing you back!”

Overbearing. This was Desmond’s confidence!

As the third elder of the law enforcement hall, he had a distinguished status. If Philip dared to defy him today, Desmond would dare to take his life right here.

“Hmmm… Haha…”

Philip sneered and said, “Gerry Clarke asked for it, and your law enforcement hall is also to blame! After Wilfred Clarke came along and was taken down by me, Sinclair Clarke turned up and was also taken down by me. Don’t you people in the law enforcement hall have any brains at all? And now, you’re here too. Do you want to die too?”

Clarke! You’re so cocky and refuse to repent. In that

take down this arrogant child who ignores the Clarke family rules. If he dares to resist, kill him on

law enforcement hall guards behind

Thud, thud!

of guards held their guns up, the Griffin Army suddenly stomped their

Clank!

forward, and gathered in front of Philip. They held the spear sideways and assumed a

saw this scene, a

What the hell?

group of people would rather abandon the guns on their chests for

Desmond could not bear it

Rat-tat-tat!

fired from the guns of dozens of

was like hitting a thick steel plate. They burst into sparks,