The First Heir

Harold Stow stared at Philip coldly and sneered, “Well done, kid. You have guts. From the sound of it, you seem to know about the hidden families of door disciples.”

“I just found out,” Philip replied mildly.

“Haha, since you just found out, where did you get the courage and confidence to say these words?” Harold’s face darkened as a murderous intent flickered in the corners of his eyes.

“What? You’re just a bunch of old guys pulling your weight around. What’s there to be afraid of?” Philip laughed.

“Presrmiptuous!” Harold shouted angrily.

With a slap, he shattered the chair he was sitting in into pieces! Such strength was indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

Philip took a glance, and from the energy unleashed by Harold just now, he roughly judged his strength.

disciple of

A little weak.

apologize for your disrespect to us just now! Otherwise, I’ll break your limbs and pull out your

air of fearlessness. He looked at Harold, scratched his ears, and said, “It’s a little noisy here. If you think you’re very powerful, just

“You’re seeking death!”

and raised his hand

A guard in a white suit behind her stepped forward and received

our purpose is for the Multidew Herb. If we make such a scene now, I think there’s

this moment, and he looked at Yana. If not for the bodyguard in the

also the patriarch of the Zen family with the highest status and strength in the room, Nathan

that, Nathan looked at Philip, who had an indifferent look on his face. A hint