The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 657

After Philip and Theo left, Trent picked up the phone to call Quentin. “Trent, where is he?” Quentin was in a bad temper and asked directly in a cold voice. “Quentin, I advise you to stop while you can. The person Marcus offended is not someone you can afford to provoke.” Trent did not want to ruin his relationship with Quentin. After all, he belonged to the Quaid family of Capital City and had immense power as well as a profound background.

Although the two were very close at one time, they parted ways because of an incident. “What are you talking about? Is there someone I can't afford to offend? Are you afraid to catch that person? Fine! I’ll personally bring my men to Riverdale!” Quentin was furious and roared angrily. However, on the phone, Trent just replied solemnly, “Quentin Quaid! This world is not owned by your Quaid family! There are larger forces out there! Don’t forget how your eldest son was incapacitated back then!” Lawrence? Hearing this, Quentin trembled all over as the scenes from eight years ago flashed quickly in his mind. Following that, the anger in his heart intensified! Had that person returned? No way! Absolutely impossible! Quentin roared, “What happened eight years ago, I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll destroy whoever stands in my way! I want to see just who you’re so afraid of!”

stayed in the hall alone. He punched his fist on the table while

Theo’s suspicions and doubts but said nothing. Very soon, the convoy arrived at Hari dojo. In front of the Japanese-style building, there was a woman wearing a cherry blossom kimono and wooden clogs. She was constantly bending over and nodding to the men and women who came to register. In front of the dojo, there was a small square laid with white marble. At this moment, four black Mercedes-Benzes were parked there. The woman in cherry blossom kimono at the door saw the convoy and immediately greeted them respectfully while smiling sweetly. “Good afternoon, welcome.” Theo got out of the car first. He opened the door for Philip, respectfully greeted him, then stood silently. In the other cars, all the carefully selected elites got out of the car and formed two lines, standing behind Philip. This scene naturally attracted the attention of many people and they took pictures of Philip while pointing at them. At this moment, from the entrance of the dojo, a

Japanese men in white gi and wooden clogs continued to punch and kick the beaten man while laughing and