The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 26

Noticing the troubled look on his face, Philip frowned slightly and asked, “Will this be difficult for you?” Theo walked over to Philip and whispered into his ear, “Mr. Clarke, I don’t think we can lay a hand on Jeffrey Scott.”

country! For example, the governor of Riverfront Province was also one of Professor Turner’s patients. He was a powerful man that no one dared to provoke. Needless to say, everyone had great respect for this magnate of the medical industry. Whoever provoked this tycoon was like inciting the wrath of a magnitude seven earthquake! After his explanation, cold sweat was scarcely visible

stomp, stomp! In an instant, a group of muscular tattooed men rushed into the room, confining everyone inside as the whole area became crowded. “Get him! Cripple them all!” Drogo waved and roared. The devilish amusement in his eyes only grew thicker. Theo was shocked. He led his men near and pointed at Drogo. “Drogo Hanks, I’d advise you not to make this mistake. Mr. Clarke is not someone you can afford to provoke!” “F*ck you! Is there anyone in here that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t afford to provoke?” Above the stairs, Jeffrey bellowed with bloodshot eyes. It was a frightening sight to see his bloodied face paired with his bloodshot eyes. “Get him now! Kill him!” “Mr. Clarke!” Theo knew the situation had gotten dangerous. He locked on to the hitmen with metal baseball bats in their hands as they rushed toward Philip, and in an instant, a brawl broke out between them! Theo was suited to his title as the underground king. In just a few moves, he had taken down four of the hitmen! Drogo’s gaze turned cold at this. He narrowed his eyes and personally led eight of his men over to surround Theo. No matter how fierce Theo was, two fists were no match for eight pairs

gaze was fierce as he smirked. “Brat, weren’t you so very pompous earlier? Here’s another bottle of wine, why don’t you hit me in the head with it again!” Philip remained composed. There was not a trace of fear in his expression. He gently put Wynn down on the sofa then sighed. “Jeffrey Scott, Drogo Hanks, both of you should have never provoked me.” Hearing this made Jeffrey flare up in anger. He pointed at Philip and roared, “Drogo, cripple this brat! Make him kneel to speak to me!” He sat down on the sofa, unyielding, with mockery in his eyes as he smoked a cigar. A servant went over the dress the wound on his head. Drogo held the metal bat in his hand as he closed in on Philip with a cold smile. “Drogo, stop! You can’t lay a hand on Mr. Clarke!” Theo who was pressed onto the ground yelled out. If anything