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.

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 Clarke in the

he opened his mouth, it became obvious he was an

“Mr. Sacha, are you

Philip’s indifference, Brad restrained his flattery but still smiled and said, “That’s right, I’m in charge of the Southern division

interrupted him again and said coldly, “Your leadership? Are you saying that you’re wise and have done your best? Mr. Sacha, right under your 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

was taken aback and a chill flashed in his

Clarke did not respect him at all and reprimanded him at first sight.

the smile off his face and said a little coldly, “Young Patriarch Clarke, this is the business of the Supernatural Bureau,

Sacha, at this point, haven’t you realized your

of the Supernatural Bureau’s Southern division. What’s with your attitude of yelling at me like this? I’m giving you enough respect by