The First Heir

Inside the bar, sounds of gunfire and sparks from the firearms were endless. Bottles of liquor exploded from the shots. The bar counter and booths were full of human figures being constantly knocked down and then flying out. They hit the walls, bar counter, or were sent flying through the windows.

In the end, only Fennel and Philip were left standing in the bar. Hans and Georgina protected them by their side.

Well, Rick Michael was left standing too.

The other customers who came to the bar for fun held their heads while squatting or lying on the ground. They screamed incessantly.

At this moment, Rick was dumbfounded as he looked at the bodyguards who had all fallen to the ground haphazardly. They could no longer get up.

How could this be?

These were the elite bodyguards of the Michael family. All of them were dead. Rick looked up and saw the two men walking toward him like Grim Reapers.

“W-Who the hell are you?” Rick panicked.

With such skills, they could not be unknown.

the panicked Rick, and said with a smile, “Who

were a mess. Then, he recalled what Georgina had

was absolutely

kill my people like this, I’ll never let you off!”

that the young master of the Michael family

other party to make a move on him. He was now grabbed by the neck by Fennel’s one hand, his feet lifting off the ground. He felt out of breath, and his face flushed red and

out the words, “L-Let go of me! I-I’m

Bang!

heavily on the floor. Rick immediately rolled on the floor

was full of chills, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. He glared at

and beg for my forgiveness. If you don’t believe me, why don’t we make a bet? If Colson Michael kneels before me,

“F*ck you!”

exploded with anger and shouted, “Stupid Easterner, are you trying to stall for time? Okay,

father