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!”

b*tches like you, I’m the king! I’ll get someone to

a blur in front of him. A swift figure had

nose being shattered in an instant with a

of blood. Mixed with

was still yelling curses when, in

Philip’s right arm swept out again. He slapped Flint fiercely across the face and made him

buzzing as he saw stars in his eyes. Until now, he had no idea what was

since he received the

dare you insult my friend time and again? If I don’t

words were cold while his eyes were

Philip lifted his foot

cave in and he would die on the

it was evident the man was showing no signs of mercy at

“Stop it!”