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?

frowned and asked, “Why are you looking for

heard that you’ve taken one of my subordinates

was here for

said blandly, “In that case, you should look

a sip of tea and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, let’s not beat about the bush. I’m here

smiled lightly and said, “It seems that you came prepared. What if I

in his hand gently, looked up at Philip, and said, “In that case, there’ll be no place for you in

A threat!

find out anything about

Well nodded slightly and

you should know that I hate being

at Philip coldly before they drew guns from

seem to understand the rules,” Philip glanced around and said

King Well said,