The First Heir

Philip sneered and looked at Juan with contempt. “Haven’t I taught you a good enough lesson? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this now?”

“Hehe, do you think I’m still the same Juan Parker from before? You dare to mess around without knowing anything. This is First Dragon Club. Do you think that I’m surrounded by ordinary bodyguards? How childish!”

Juan pointed at Luka and said smugly, “This is an expert door disciple, Luka Sanchez, who made his name all over Fusha. Do you know what a door disciple is? Hehe, you don’t, right? Then let me tell you, he killed 20 martial arts descendants from Fusha in a fit of rage! Even the 13 Majors of Fusha are nothing in front of him! He just needs to make several moves to take them down!”

“Hehe, if he’s really that powerful, why is he here as your lapdog now?”

Philip said nonchalantly without paying any heed to Luka at all.

Door disciples of Fusha were not worth mentioning. Any one of the Clarke family’s Shadow Guard could wipe out all martial arts forces in Fusha. A mere disciple expert from Fusha was just an ant to Philip.

The anger in Luka’s heart burned instantly. He glared at Philip and said viciously, “Damn it!”

me, Luka Sanchez?! I’ll let you experience all the misery in

waiting for Juan’s order before he rushed out to

head and said disdainfully, “As expected of a lapdog. Just from that look of

was too arrogant. There was no need to say much to

forget what you just said,” Juan

forget I’ll kick his head

and rushed toward

of wine on the table and sipped it

charged forward quickly while swinging his arms rapidly, producing explosive noises. Both arms erupted with astonishing white wind

force from Luka was too powerful, which instantly compressed the air and produced

sounded, he was just trained in explosive power.

One hit to kill!