The First Heir

The great Southern supernatural disciple community had been relying on Leon Jefferson to support them and fight against the Northern supernatural disciple community. After all, in recent years, the number of talents in the South had dwindled.

Leon stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold. He looked at the raging Jenkins and said, “Patriarch Singer, I only have one piece of advice for you. Let her go.”

Hearing that, Jenkins snorted and said, “Leon, why should I let her go just because of a word from you? My son Ronan died in your Cherry Villa. As the master of Cherry Villa, not only did you not capture the murderer but you’re even defending the murderer now? Is that how you do things in the South?”

Leon replied frankly, “Ronan wasn’t as skillful as others yet he provoked him. Philip had already held back but Ronan was unrepentant and tried to assassinate him. In the end, he was killed by Philip. What’s wrong with that?”

“Bullsh*t!”

Jenkins shouted angrily, “My son Ronan died in your Cherry Villa in the hands of that Philip Clarke. An expert guardian of the Singer family, Mr. Burdock, also died in the hands of that brat. These two lives can’t be brushed aside just with a word from you.”

have nothing else to say. However, no matter what the reason is, we shouldn’t get

and said with a hint of doubt, “Leon, why are you

Ronan with one move and killed

be enough to show my sincerity. Please let

his hands behind his back. He was full of

I

at Leon and said condescendingly, “If you beat me today, I’ll let her go immediately. But if you lose, Cherry Villa will belong to the

stage. He shook his head helplessly and said with a

with his hands behind his back. In a flash, the stage was

our family