The First Heir

After saying that, Philip hooked a chair over with his foot, sat down calmly, and kept his gun pointed at the burly man’s head. The man was now lying in a pool of blood, his face pale.

He roared, “Damn it! Why are you still standing there? Inform Third Master Lane and tell him to bring our buddies over to destroy this ignorant brat!”

An underling quickly made a call.

10 minutes later, several cars braked to a sudden halt outside the hotel. It was followed by messy footsteps.

“Damn it! Who dares to touch my guys?”

Everyone heard the voice first. It was low and hoarse and sounded quite menacing.

Philip raised his eyebrows and saw dozens of men with weapons rushing in at the door. They were all dressed up like street gangsters. The leader was a man about 1.7 meters tall with dark skin. He was blind in one eye and had a long scar on the corner of his mouth. Several pistols and daggers were strapped around his waist. He came in with hostile vibes and kicked the door to bits.

Dumbo Lane, Third Master Lane!

As one of the Four Earth Dragons in Northwest Mystic City, he was a ruthless man. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Philip sitting in the lobby and immediately shouted angrily, “Damn it! Are you the one who dared to touch my people?! I’ll give you a count of three to kneel in front of me and break your arms and legs!”

Dumbo’s angry shouts, Philip looked over indifferently and said

Third Master Lane were all fully armed. Although there were no cutting-edge high-tech weapons, that equipment was enough to

so cocky! How dare he speak to Third

injured Jaguar and

at once! Otherwise,

threatening remarks, Philip

Lane and the dozens of guys behind him indifferently. He said, “I’ll give you a chance. Kneel and apologize to me, then I

“Hahaha!”

a burst

think you haven’t heard of me. How dare you ask me to kneel and

men behind him

be crazy to talk crap

newcomer at a

time and just