The First Heir

Philip shook his head indifferently and said with a pitiful sneer, “You really deserve to die. If I kill you now, I’m afraid of dirtying this place, but I’d feel very upset if I didn’t kill you.”

“Philip, don’t be rash!” Yvette exclaimed. She was very worried about Philip. She knew that even if she rushed forward now, she could not stop him!

“Kill me? This is such a big joke. Do you know the power of the Hull family? Do you know who I am?”

Flint beckoned to the shadows and said, “Come out. I want to teach this brat a little lesson! Remember, just don’t kill him. Break both his legs and throw him out on the road.”

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness, revealing a stern face.

He was about 40 or 50 years old. He was wearing a long shirt, appeared a little lean with slightly white sideburns, and exuded a dormant killing intent. He was an unknown master!

Philip still stared at Flint coldly and did not even spare the other person a glance!

Yvette saw the sudden appearance of this person and suddenly thought of a certain rumor from the Hull family. With shock in her eyes, she quickly shouted, “Flint, I’m warning you, don’t be rash! This is Riverdale!”

I’ll get someone to

front of him. A swift figure

contact between fist and nasal bone, Flint felt the bridge of his nose being shattered in an instant with a loud

a simple punch, Flint’s face was full of blood. Mixed

was still yelling curses when, in the next

slapped Flint fiercely across the face

in his eyes. Until now, he had no

few seconds had passed since he received the first punch to getting knocked to

to die. How dare you insult my friend time and again? If

his eyes

that, Philip lifted his foot and directly

landed, Flint’s chest would definitely cave in and he would

at Philip’s actions, it was evident the man

“Stop it!”