The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Philip had exploded in fury, his body swelling with monstrous rage and killing intent!

Malone, who was in front of him, was already beaten up so badly that even his mother would not be able to recognize him. He said coldly, “This is Car Wash City in Westside. It’s Master Jensen’s territory!”

“You still refuse to tell me?”

Philip narrowed his eyes, and his killing intent burst in all directions!

Thump!

Malone shuddered as his pupils rapidly dilated!

His entire body shook uncontrollably because from Philip’s gaze just now, he experienced an unprecedented sense of crisis and killing intent!

This guy had such a strong killing intent!

He trembled as fear seeped into his very bones.

However, he still bit the bullet and bellowed, “Go to hell!”

As soon as he said that, Malone fished out a dagger from his trouser pocket and viciously stabbed Philip right in the abdomen!

However, when the dagger was half a fist away from Philip’s abdomen, it could not advance another half an inch!

It was because Philip’s hand was already holding Malone’s wrist in a death grip!

The shock on Malone’s face was reflected in his pupils before it turned into a raging fire!

Crack!

a heart-wrenching scream, Philip

hand! You’re dead! Master Jensen won’t let you off!

Bam!

fiercely

almost made Malone feel like his head was

go of me! Release me

struggled. The pain in his face made his

ask you one last time. Where are my wife

asked as he looked down at the miserable Malone who was

a trembling hand, he pointed to

small mansion was the symbol of Car

looked over. The corners of his eyes were cold, and he removed his foot

and roared at Philip’s back grimly, “If you dare to step in, you won’t even be able to die

up and pinned all the men from the other

caught up with Philip and followed him toward the single-unit

away from the mansion, a group of people rushed out from inside.

eyes were cold as he shouted, “Where’s Wylan Jensen? Tell him to come

no one

a sound

up. You

on the second floor, Wylan propped his hands on the white marble railing. Wearing a white suit, he stared coldly at

a chilly face, and said solemnly, “Let go of my

this time, Philip knew he could not provoke the