The First Heir

Back to Philip’s side. After he returned to the hotel, his face was full of chills. He stood in front of the French windows, dialed a number, and said coldly, “Uncle Tango, I need your help.”

On the other end of the line, a gruff voice rang out. “Young Patriarch, how may I help you?”

“Help me teach some people a lesson. Remember, don’t kill them. Just teach them a lesson and make them lie on the bed for a few months,” Philip said.

“Okay,” the voice on the line said.

After he ended the call, Philip looked at the distance somberly and said, “Ernest Turner, I hope you don’t regret your actions.”

***

Half a day later, Ernest and Cyril were discussing in the hall of the villa. Suddenly, a guard at the door rushed in, knelt on the floor, and said while panting for breath, “Villa Master Turner, something has happened!”

frowned and said coldly, “What’s wrong? Why are

we just received the news that someone has challenged the Crawford and Lewitt families. The sons of the two families were severely injured in one move, and they’re unable to participate in the disciple competition the day after

“What?!”

his chair with one strike. His face was cold, and his eyes flashed

must be Philip Clarke!” Ernest

finally understood the meaning of Philip’s

about the Jones, Woods, and Hunter families? And several other families who’ll be participating in the competition? Did anything happen to

his head and said, “I don’t know.

and said quickly, “Quick, notify

including the Jones, Woods, and Hunter families were challenged by someone. The young masters and young ladies of the five families were all

Bang!

the pillar beside him with a punch and said angrily, “Damn it! How dare he do this? If this goes on, how are we going to