The First Heir

In the lobby, a middle-aged man with gold-framed glasses sat at a table, drinking tea. He wore a gray-black suit and looked quite high-spirited.

Meanwhile, other guests in the lobby knelt on the floor, afraid to look up.

Upon seeing Philip’s return, the owner of the hotel hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Mr. Clarke, you’re finally back. An esteemed guest is looking for you…”

Philip frowned and knew without asking that the middle-aged man was looking for him.

“Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I just made some tea. Do have some…” The middle-aged man with glasses gently pushed the cup of tea to the opposite side.

Philip frowned and stepped forward. Without drinking the cup of tea, he asked coldly, “Who are you?”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned to look at Philip, and said, “The people here call me Dragon King Well out of respect.”

Dragon King Well?

asked, “Why are you

and said, “It’s nothing much. I heard that you’ve taken one of my subordinates

here

said blandly, “In that case, you should look for Aaron Dole, not

Patriarch Clarke, let’s not beat about the bush. I’m here today just to ask you to let him go. If you do,

that you came prepared. What if I don’t want to let

that said, a chill flashed across Dragon King Well’s eyes. He put down the teacup in his hand

A threat!

you find out anything

and

should know that I hate

stared at Philip coldly before they drew guns from their waists and aimed them at Philip.

seem to understand the rules,”

Well said, “Put your