The First Heir

Philip snorted in anger and lightly kicked Luka in his lower back. Luka lost his balance and could only rush forward, hitting the wall with a powerful impact.

Bang!

Luka’s fist smashed into the wall. The wall shook and half of it collapsed, covering Luka in clouds of dust.

Juan sat on the sofa with his brows furrowed. He thought that Luka Sanchez was enough to kill Philip, but unexpectedly, Philip’s strength made him a little fearful.

Was this guy a disciple too?

His strength was actually not below Luka’s.

“Ahem.” Luka was choked into coughing and turned around to walk toward Philip in a wretched state.

“Damn it, you’re actually a disciple too. I was careless this time. However, your death will come soon!”

Anger filled Luka’s mind. If anger could burn, Luka’s anger now would be enough to boil the whole sea.

“I already told you that you’re not good enough, but you still think so highly of yourself. Since you want to die, I won’t stop you.”

Philip stretched out his little finger and beckoned at Luka, his disdainful expression saying it all.

at Philip wildly while

Let me send you to your death

floor as he watched dumbfounded at the sight of Luka being trampled on the

kicked away by Philip before he was trampled on the floor by Philip

What was happening here?

How could this happen?

aggressively, and in

of the third zone! He could jump down from a building

could even kick a car into smithereens.

Juan was a little

trembled slightly, and

was almost invisible, could he really

of hitting the mark was too low unless he was lucky

even had the

Parker, this situation doesn’t seem right. Why don’t I cover your retreat?” The captain

deeply. Retreating

he retreated, he would lose all dignity. All other business partners would step over him in the

“Fire!”