The First Heir

Philip felt a headache coming on and decided to ignore 17. There was something wrong with this girl’s way of thinking!

After almost two hours of travel, the armed helicopter carrying Philip and 17 finally stopped on the tarmac of a luxurious mountain resort somewhere in the Glenford hinterland. This was the residence of the Clarke family’s patriarch in Glenford.

The mountain villa occupied the top of the entire mountain peak, which was flattened and reconstructed. However, it was still a structure that was surrounded by mountains and rivers. From a high altitude, the luxurious and vast white mountain villa looked just like a little white crane in a green forest.

Armed personnel in green and black combat uniforms were patrolling the mountain resort at the moment. In the surrounding mountains and forests, many armed combatants with combat equipment lay in ambush.

Within a radius of tens of miles, the sky and the ground were within a defensive strike. Any suspicious movement, whether in the sky or on the ground, would be detected and identified.

Philip got off the helicopter and caught a whiff of martial law permeating the villa. It was very serious, very tense, and very alarming.

patrol could be seen

with cold eyes and said to Philip,

Fulton inside. If Philip had

by the Shadow Guards.

time he brought all members of

feeling lingered in

Fulton into the white villa within the mountain manor. After that, he and Fulton walked down the stairs and

in front of him that was engraved with obscure symbols and patterns. On both sides of the stone door, the second and third experts of the Shadow Squadron were

Philip, they nodded slightly and pushed the

a basement of about a thousand square feet. The three walls were full of obscure patterns and characters as if they had existed for a long time. A sense of vicissitude exuded from

and the sun, pyramids, and the patterns of