The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 386

Over a dozen dark figures suddenly appeared in the picture. The originally empty room was now filled with people in an instant. They were strictly guarding Philip who was sitting on the sofa!

All kinds of tumultuous sounds were heard!

"F*ck me! Why are there people? Where the hell did they come from?"

"Shoot, we walked into a trap! Withdraw quickly!"

"F*ck! You fooled us!"

"Everyone kneel down! Kneel down!"

"Toss away your weapons! Everyone kneel down!"

At the same moment, over a dozen murderous thugs in black suits burst out of every room of this floor of the hotel. They were all carrying swinging bats and the likes.

The two hoodlums guarding the door were gotten rid of right away!

The two gangsters guarding the elevator still did not understand what was going on. Before they could, the elevator door opened behind them. Four to five men in black suits rushed out and struck them hard on the head with their bats.

There were a few thugs who stayed behind in the guest lounge on the ground floor of the hotel. They had been talking cheerfully about where to go tonight to relax when they saw a few black Mercedes-Benzes quickly parking at the main entrance. A dozen over thugs in black suits and black ties emerged from the cars in an instant, rushing inside in an orderly and timely manner!

Boom!

Wolf's men wanted to run away, but they were kicked in the back by a few pairs of leather shoes. They flew before falling to the ground and breaking their teeth!

All these things happened at almost the same time. The battle ended in less than 30 seconds!

In his own villa, Joel looked at the live broadcast and was completely stunned. He just stood there blankly and did not dare to move for a long time. The sweat on his forehead dripped down drop by drop.

Damn it!

What the f*ck was this?

'How does Philip Clarke, that useless scum, have this many well-trained thugs?

'Who exactly is he?

'A spineless coward? A live-in son-in-law?'

All these well-trained thugs were not comparable to those of Wolf's!

Before Joel could react, he felt a strange movement behind him!

A ghostly figure appeared in his house, and there was a bone-piercing chill on his neck!

With cold sweat all over Joel's forehead, he swallowed his saliva and squinted his eyes. He saw that there was a sharp dagger on his neck! He did not even know when it had struck him. The blade was shining in cold light!

A hitman?

Joel had some knowledge about this, especially after living abroad in the past few years. He had come into contact with plenty of such things.

Only a hitman could enter his house and appear behind him silently!

What the hell happened exactly?

Joel was about to break down, and his legs could not help but tremble. Who had he provoked?

'Philip Clarke?

'No, impossible!

'He's a useless scum. How can he manage to hire a hitman?'

A bone-piercing voice quietly sounded by his ears, and Joel felt the threat of death.

"This job is so unexpectedly simple. I thought it'd be a powerful figure, but it turns out to be an ordinary worthless wrench. I don't know what the young master is thinking." The black figure behind Joel muttered to himself.

"Bro... Brother, who sent you here? How much did they pay, I... I will pay double, please don't kill me."

Joel was completely terrified. The feeling of this f*cking dagger in his neck was really scary!

Too horrifying!

Hiss!

A pang of sharp pain!

Joel felt the dagger glide, then warm fluid began to ooze out of his neck.

"Bro... Brother, spare my life! I will pay triple! Please don't kill me!"

Puff!

Joel kneeled down right away.

Too terrifying!

The chill and murderous aura of the dude behind him was too scary!

"Triple?"

The ice-cold voice sounded like it belonged to the demon king of the underworld.

"Yes, yes! Triple!"

Joel was now like a person who found a silver lining after almost drowning in the river.

Except that he kept his head buried and did not dare to lift it up.

It was said that if you saw the face of a hitman, you would be silenced.

"It's a good deal!"

The hitman sat casually on the sofa and instructed Joel to watch the TV screen, "Watch the live broadcast."

Joel was stunned for a bit. Then, he slowly lifted his head and looked at the live broadcast.

All he saw was Wolf and the others in the suite getting beaten. All of them were pressed to the ground.

Philip picked up the phone slowly, then grinned at the camera before saying, "Joel Harris, didn't I warn you before? Why didn't you listen? You really thought I'm a pushover?"

"F*ck!"

Joel was terrified now but was also extremely resentful inside!

'It really is him!

'This useless scum, where did he get such great capabilities? There are so many people who can protect him, and he also hired a hitman!'

He could not help muttering to himself, "Who exactly is Philip Clarke?'

'I just wanted to let Wolf teach you a lesson, but you found so many people and even hired a hitman!

'I'm done!'

Joel regretted it now, but things had already happened. He could no longer quibble.

However, he did not believe it. How could a useless scum have such strong capabilities?

'I'm the young master of Harris Enterprise!'

"Philip Clarke, even if you're a little capable and can hire so many people, do you dare to kill me?

"My dad is Ronald! Ronald of Riverdale! The chairman of Harris Enterprise!

"My uncle is Klaus Harris! The third dragon of Riverdale! He's someone even Theo Zander has to consider!

"You think that I'll be scared of you because you made such a big spectacle today?! Dream on!"

Joel Harris was crazy, completely blinded by anger and hatred!

He did not believe that a useless scum like Philip Clarke dared to kill him!

'He must be pretending to be Young Master Clarke, bluffing and deceiving everyone!'

Philip looked indifferent. He looked at the camera, showed his white teeth, and said, "Joel Harris, you want to know who I am?"