The First Heir

Roscoe passed out drunk on the table after a few drinks, still holding the Nine Lunar Technique tightly in his hands.

Philip was about to take Roscoe to find a place to sleep when he was hit on the back of the head with a wine bottle. Although the hit was not forceful, Philip was caught off guard.

The aftereffect of the alcohol was quite strong that it rendered Philip’s reaction a little slow. He turned around and stared at the bald man behind him holding a broken bottle.

Before Philip could speak, the bald man asked, “Did you touch my wife’s ass just now?”

A seductive woman pretending to be pitiful stood behind the bald man with a bunch of vicious-looking people.

Some regular customers recognized these people. They would blackmail and threaten anyone whom they thought was rich. Relying on their numbers, they made a lot of money through this method.

Since this matter had nothing to do with them, none of the regular customers stepped forward to help for fear of getting involved.

Philip guessed what they were up to and thought they were probably attracted by the car he parked at the door.

head, “Hey beautiful, do you miss me already? I paid you this afternoon,

Philip spoke, he raised his communicator

“You!”

immediately turned to the woman and asked, “What

this baldy was not very bright. Philip turned to leave, but someone patted

your dirty hands off me!”

spoke, the temperature in the bar dropped a

was startled by Philip’s aura but

didn’t cherish it.” Philip’s killing intent had been triggered, but he could not kill in

flicked a small ball of fire onto the bald

fast. After him!”

fire!” His underlings behind him were the first to