Todos os capítulos de The First Heir: Capítulo 1381 - Capítulo 1390

A group of obnoxious-looking people blocked the main road of Car Wash City, each holding wrenches or other weapons in their hands. The atmosphere at the scene was very tense and made the surrounding customers who came to patronize the shops so scared that they immediately took refuge far away. On this side, the black-suited thugs who had stepped down from the dozen or so black Cadillacs and black commercial vehicles did not look very weak either. All of them stood behind Philip and Master Bell with serious faces, ready to take action at any time! Master Bell stood half a step behind Philip and said respectfully, “Young Master Clarke, this is Wylan Jensen’s territory and these are all his men. One of the three major underground forces in Uppercreek is none other than Wylan.” Philip put his hands in his trouser pockets. With gloom-filled eyes, he glanced at the nearly 100 people who stood in his way more than ten meters away. Even if the heavenly king appeared today, Wylan Je

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 a

“Phil… Philip!” Wynn looked at Philip who was kneeling on the ground full of broken glass. Her eyes were full of tears, and she was sobbing soundlessly. At this moment, Wynn realized that Philip’s love for her was so fervent! “Get up! I don’t want you on your knees! No way!” Wynn screamed, but Wylan, who was next to her, slapped her face fiercely and shouted, “Shut up!” Philip was already kneeling with his fists clenched. His cold eyes stared at Wylan on the second floor as he shouted, “Don’t hit my wife!” Wylan laughed loudly as he looked down from the second floor at Philip who was kneeling on the ground. He felt extremely delighted as he said, “Young Master Clarke, aren't you very powerful? Why are you kneeling in front of me like a dog now?” The sound of mockery resounded throughout the front building. Master Bell stood behind Philip with his fists fiercely clenched. He jerked his head up, stared at Wylan, and roared, “Wylan Jensen, I swear to heaven that I won’t le

At that moment, Wylan Jensen experienced the meaning of death! He clearly felt that the figure standing in front of him was full of cold intent and murderous aura! Wylan trembled involuntarily, his forehead already pouring with a cold sweat. The pain in his right arm kept him sober the entire time. He thought that he would bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately! At this moment, Philip's eyes were cold. He lowered his eyebrows to look at Wylan who was lying at his feet and asked coldly, “How do you think you’ll end up dying?” This simple question made Wylan shudder. Following that, he stared at Philip viciously and sneered, “I didn't expect you to be this scheming, but so what? Do you dare to touch me? I’m Wylan Jensen!” Bam! Philip went up and kicked Wylan abruptly. The latter rolled over twice and clutched his right arm while groaning in pain. Philip’s kick hit the wound in his arm and it hurt like hell! “You! You’re courting death!” Wy

This time, no one dared to hide anything. The guy who was beaten up lay on the ground while protecting his head. His body was covered with blood as he groaned and pointed to the back. Philip looked up and motioned for his men to check. “Young Master Clarke, there’s another door here!” his men reported. Before Philip could move, Wynn had already rushed over. Philip quickly caught up and told his men to open the door. The moment the door was opened, everyone was dumbfounded! Behind the door, in a room of about 30 to 40 square meters, more than a dozen pairs of young and pitiful eyes were staring at Philip, Wynn, and the others who were standing at the doorway! Those gazes were filled with weakness, fear, panic, and alarm… The sight immediately gripped everyone's heart! Every one of them, the youngest only being two to three years old while the oldest was only six to seven years old, were wearing rags. Some were even barefoot with scars all over their feet. Seeing