The First Heir

As soon as Colson Michael stepped out of his car, the crowd on the streets burst into discussions.

“Oh my God, it’s Colson Michael! He’s the patriarch of the Michael family.”

“Why is Colson here all of a sudden?”

“Look! Someone must be making trouble in the bar! These are all the elite bodyguards of the Michael family. They all have the golden cobras!”

Amid the chatters, Colson walked up to the bar’s entrance.

At this moment, the bar was a mess. Rick roared at Fennel and the others. “F*ck you, damn Easterners! How dare you act so arrogantly in the Michael family’s territory? I’ll definitely make you kneel and beg for mercy! Especially you two, I’ll skin you alive!”

furious. He had never been so humiliated by an Easterner before. This

Fennel was still indifferent.

walk in were

than a hundred people had died at the hands of the four of them. All of the victims were

as they entered the door, a chilling and overwhelming killing intent flowed from their bodies. Then, an old man with a golden cobra walking cane walked in with a serious face. He was wearing a gentleman’s hat. He was a typical Western

of the Michael family in the bar all lowered their heads and said respectfully, “Lord

nodded indifferently. He leaned on his walking cane and

moment, Rick turned around, walked to his father, and said humbly, “Father, you’re finally here. Look, these Easterners made a mess out of my bar and told me that even if you came, you’d have

this, a faint chill flashed from the corners of Colson’s eyes. He said, “Interesting. Who are these Easterners who dare to say such arrogant words in the territory