The First Heir

At this moment, the sneer on Tucker’s face had long since solidified and turned grim. He looked at the handsome face with extremely cold eyes on the screen, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The two teams he sent out were destroyed just like that?

This was simply too unexpected!

On the screen, Philip’s mouth curled up in a smirk as he said, “Tucker Stone, I’ll remember you. I hope you won’t die first because one day in the future, I’ll kill you with my hands!”

With that said, Philip continued, “Yana Young, it’s nice to see you in District 12. If there’s a chance, we’ll meet.”

After these words, the screen went black. Tucker smashed the wine glass in his hand on the LCD screen in anger. He roared. “That damned brat! How dare he look down on me?!”

“Men!”

resounded throughout the mansion. A guard walked in and asked with a bow, “Boss, what are your

to the eighth exit immediately. Kill Philip Clarke and

guard responded

returned soon after and said, “Boss, Philip Clarke and his gang have left District

Bang!

pieces and roared, “All of you are a bunch of trash! I’ve trained all of you for so long, but you can’t even catch a single person! This is District 12, not the f*cking Clarke family’s territory! Issue an assassination order and summon the death warriors under me.

“Yes!”

backed

and looked at the furious Tucker. She chuckled and said, “Mr. Stone, why are you so angry? Doing this will only ruin your relationship with the Clarke family completely. If Roger Clarke makes up his mind to take back District 12,

his face slowly turned into a sneer. He

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in his trouser pocket.

knock on

“Enter!” Seth said.