The First Heir

After saying that, Ernest silently left the hall.

Stanley sat on the sofa in the hall, took a sip of tea, and said, “Help me get in touch with Mr. Fern of the Northern Division in the Supernatural Bureau.”

***

Back to Philip’s side. After he returned to the hotel, Leon found him and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, Mr. Sacha of the Southern Supernatural Bureau division has been waiting in the side hall.”

Philip hummed and headed toward the side hall without delay.

When the door opened, he saw a middle-aged man with a potbelly. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses and sat on the sofa, where he drank tea and ate snacks comfortably.

got up with a smile, and said with a bow, “Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Brad Sacha. You’re indeed a talented and good-looking young man. You’re a good role model for the younger generation. With young talent like Young Patriarch

he opened his mouth, it became

and said coldly, “Mr. Sacha, are you in charge of the Southern division in the

but still smiled and said, “That’s right, I’m in charge of the Southern division in the Supernatural Bureau. Under my wise leadership, the situation in the entire South is now

nose, a group of disciple assassins from the North infiltrated Golden City and Sunbury in the South and slaughtered 72 people from the Warren and Hart families. How dare you say you’ve managed things well and call yourself a

a chill flashed

at all and reprimanded him at first

coldly, “Young Patriarch Clarke, this is the business of the Supernatural Bureau, which has nothing to

point, haven’t you realized

glared at Philip and said coldly, “Young Patriarch Clarke, no matter what, I’m still the leader of the Supernatural Bureau’s Southern division. What’s with your attitude of yelling at me like this?