The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

“My name’s Theo Zander! Now take your people with you and scram!”

Theo roared. This was the first time he felt humiliated, and it even happened right in front of Mr. Clarke. Would Mr. Clarke suspect his capabilities because of this? “Theo Zander? What’s that? I don’t know it.” Harold was a short-tempered man. He was the manager of a huge amusement park and had stayed in that high position for so many years now, so it was only natural that his temper was a little shorter. “Stop talking nonsense and quickly apologize to my son, or else, don’t even think about leaving!” Theo Zander?

a little familiar? Forget it! Can he be more powerful than I am?

he was a small fry! “What are you standing there for? Get them! Or do you all want to get fired?” Harold bellowed at his stall. The workers exchanged

no time to call for his. “Get the security team over. I will see just how f*cking invincible you are!” The anger from both sides was huge. They were like two barrels of explosives, and what was left

come over, Theo’s eyes widened in anger as he roared, “If any of you dares to do anything, I, Theo Zander, won’t let you off!” Darius and his brother-in-law had the same revolting behavior. He chided, “Theo Zander? Do you think you’re the mob king of Riverdale City? With the likes of you and that tattoo, are you pretending to be some bigshot? I think you just have the same name! Who are you trying to scare? Get you ass over here and quietly prostrate or you’ll get a taste of this electric baton.” The baton in his hand shot blue electric sparks, making a crackling sound. Darius started walking toward Theo and Philip with a cold smile. “Will you kneel, or not?” Just then, an angry roar sounded from behind the group! “Move the f*ck away!” More than ten muscular men strode over. The leading man sported a buzz-cut, wearing a short-sleeved navy green shirt and long pants. His tanned skin made him look so much stronger and powerful. This line-up looked so impressive, so overbearing! The strong men pushed the few security guards aside like they were little chicks. “Who the f*ck

on a smiling face instantly confused everyone. Who was this person? Why did Manager Hill seem to be afraid of him? “Could it be THAT Brother Tiger? The fiercest general of our mob king, Theo Zander?” “Holy sh*t! That can’t be! Brother Tiger? He’s the top dog of Lord North Street. Even Manager Hill has to bow when he sees him!” “Why is he here? Could Theo Zander, Lord Theo, be here as well?” Harold’s men were exclaiming in hushed voices.