The First Heir

Philip and the others sat in the car, staring coldly at the scene of them being surrounded. Philip’s gaze went grim as extremely fierce killing intent rose from his body.

Tucker Stone!

Very good!

Of course, the scene at this moment was also broadcasted live in the mansion. Tucker sat on the sofa and watched the scene on the LCD screen with a sneer on his face. He sipped his red wine and embraced a sexy woman. He puffed on a cigar, pointed at the LCD screen, and asked Yana Young who was sitting beside him with a smile, “Miss Young, do you think I can invite Young Master Clarke over?”

Yana glanced at the events on the screen. With swords drawn, dozens of soldiers with guns, as well as combat vehicles and fighter jets, the Cadillac was completely surrounded in the middle.

Even Superman would find it difficult to escape now.

“Mr. Stone, you’re really amazing. You even dare to surround the young master of the Clarke family. The reputation of District 12 is indeed as rumored outside. You don’t take the Clarke family seriously,” Yana said blandly.

District 12.

outside the car, Philip opened the car door and stepped down. The leader in combat uniform sneered and

calmly took out a pack of cigarettes from his trousers pocket, lit one, and inhaled deeply. The scarlet cigarette

a mouthful of smoke and asked the man in the lead, “Do you

He laughed coldly and said, “Young Master Clarke, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I advise you not to make unnecessary struggles. Take a closer

butt in his hand. The scarlet tip exploded in the air

Bang!

Boom!

directly hit the several combat vehicles around as well as the

and smoke soared into the sky. A modern

combat uniform immediately

side and guarded him closely in the middle. Dense firing lines and bullets hit them, which only made rattling sounds without dealing any damage