The First Heir

“F*ck! How dare a barbaric loser like you ask me to apologize?!”

The man who grabbed Hans’ collar looked angry. He clenched his fist, waved it in front of Hans, and said, “Brat! Look at my fist. I can easily beat you to the ground!”

After saying that, he looked at his friends around him with a smile and said smugly, “Look, this is a loser from the East. Hahaha, watch howl beat him to his knees until he begs for mercy!”

The people around also raised the drinks in their hands and cheered. “Yeah, Charlie, f*ck him up!”

“Knock him out and throw him into the toilet! Hahaha!”

“Charlie! Go on! Beat him up! Show him the savagery and charm of Western men!”

At once, the cheers of the crowd completely drowned the place.

grabbed Hans by the collar, turned around, squeezed his fists, shook his head, and said with

smashed his fist right into Hans’

Bang!

result, Hans also threw a punch

face was instantly covered in blood. After staggering a few steps, he fell to

silent! All the

eyes went wide. They held their heads and shouted like lunatics, “Oh, sh*t! What

up! Stand

that kid? He knocked

at his collar, glanced coldly at the foreigners who were watching and shouting, and said

“F*cker! You’re seeking death!”

a few guys in the crowd who came with Charlie swung