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.

panicked Rick, and said with a smile,

he recalled what Georgina had said

This was absolutely

you dare to kill my people like this, I’ll never let you

Michael family rushed in with submachine guns. However, when they rushed in, they saw that the young master of the Michael family

by Fennel’s one hand, his feet lifting off the ground. He felt out of breath, and his face flushed

struggled and squeezed out the words, “L-Let go of

Bang!

heavily on the floor. Rick immediately rolled on the

stand up. 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

said, “Rick Michael, as I said 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

“F*ck you!”

trying to stall for time? Okay, the bet is on! The Michael family is the

your father