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 broke

You’re dead! Master Jensen won’t let you off! Your wife and daughter are dead!”

Bam!

up and fiercely stepped on Malone’s

almost made Malone feel like his head was about to be smashed into

go of me! Release me at

face made his head feel like

one last time. Where

the miserable Malone who

moment, Malone could not bear it any longer. With a trembling hand, he pointed to the three-story-high building a hundred meters away

the symbol of

eyes were cold, and he removed his foot to walk toward the tall

struggled to get up and roared at Philip’s back grimly, “If you dare to step in, you won’t

up and pinned all the men from the other party

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

meters away from the mansion, a group of people rushed out from

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

no one

a sound

You

white

said

time, Philip knew he could not