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.

Rick, and said with a smile, “Who do you

recalled what

was absolutely

who you are. Since you dare to kill my people like this,

that the young master of the Michael family was being

He was now grabbed by the neck by Fennel’s one hand, his feet lifting off the ground. He felt out of breath,

and squeezed out the words,

Bang!

floor. Rick immediately rolled on the floor in

His face was full of chills, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. He glared at Fennel and roared. “Damn you! How dare you do such a thing to the young master of

earlier, even if your father Colson Michael were here, he’d have to kneel down and beg for my forgiveness. If you don’t believe me, why don’t we make a bet? If Colson Michael

“F*ck you!”

shouted, “Stupid Easterner, are you trying to stall for time? Okay, the bet is on! The Michael family is the king of the gambling world

said, “Call your father