The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 792

“What happened to you?” Charles asked. Martha immediately howled and complained, “Ah, what do you think? I was beaten by

Philip! How dare he treat me this way? You’re my husband, so do something about this!” Martha finally found her support, and

now she was acting like a three-year-old, venting all her grievances and dissatisfaction. Charles also looked helpless as he

asked, “Why did he beat you for no reason? Did you do something to provoke him?” Martha rolled her eyes around and said

hesitantly, “No… I didn’t.” At the sight of her, Charles was sure she did something to offend Philip. Otherwise, Philip would not

have been so heavy-handed. Therefore, he got up directly, ignored Martha, and left with some words, “Do as you please. After

what happened today, haven’t you realized it already? Philip is no longer a good-for-nothing!” When Martha recalled what

happened at the Green family, she felt chills up her spine. Philip was really different now. Back to Philip’s side. He arrived at Theo

Zander’s company in a big building. Theo stood in front of Philip respectfully and asked with a smile,

“Mr. Clarke, what can I do for you today?” Sitting in the chairman’s seat, Philip came straight to the point, “Bring a few men and

come with me. We need to settle some things.” As soon as Theo heard that, he quickly dialed a number and said, “Tell the 12

elites to come here at once!” Very soon at the entrance of Theo’s company, a fleet of black commercial vehicles stopped at the

door. From the cars, a total of 12 heavily armed thugs alighted. All of them wore black suits and had on dark sunglasses. Their

figures were burly and stout. It was obvious at first glance that they were well-trained. Soon, these 12 people stood in front of

Philip and bowed in unison. “Mr. Clarke!”

Philip stood up, looked at them, and said, “Some of you may die in this mission. Are you still willing to

go?” “We swear allegiance to Mr. Clarke!”

“We swear allegiance to Mr. Clarke!” The 12 people shouted in unison. It was deafening! As expected

of hot-blooded young men. Philip nodded, looked at Theo, and said, “Let’s go.” Soon, Philip led the

group of people and left Theo's office to gather downstairs. Theo stood next to Philip the entire time.

Although he had no idea what the mission was, he was ready.

Would someone die in this mission? Theo was a little nervous. It was inevitable to have some worries

at his age. However, Philip’s next words encouraged him, “Theo, do you still remember what being hot-

blooded felt like?” Hot-blooded? In Theo's weather-beaten pupils, a cold light suddenly reflected in

them as a flame started burning. At that moment, his somewhat hunched back suddenly tightened as

he stood ramrod straight! He used to rule over the streets passionately, so why was he afraid now? He

was Theo Zander! He had his pride! “Mr. Clarke, if anything happens to me, please take care of my

daughter,” Theo said seriously. Philip turned his head and glanced at Theo who was half-bent over with

a respectful face. He patted his shoulder and said, “I promise.” With that said, everyone got into the

cars.

Soon, the convoy stopped at the entrance of Riverdale. At this moment, the sky was already dark. A large swath of dark clouds

loomed in the sky, and it felt like the dark clouds were pressing down on the city. It was very desolate and felt like the ancient

armies were about to set off to war. Philip stood next to the car while waiting for someone. He looked up at the sky while smoking

a cigarette. With a puff of smoke, the sky was filled with flashes of lightning and deafening rumbles, as if predicting that a bloody

battle would follow. ‘Stinger, here we come!’ Whoever offended him would be obliterated! Before long, Rick Davenport’s lone

figure appeared at the horizon of everyone’s vision under the dark clouds in the sky. He was dressed in black, had on a hat with a

wide brim that covered half his face, and two daggers were strapped on his waist. It was such a simple outfit, but no one dared to

take it lightly. “You’re finally here,” Philip said mildly.

“Mm.” Rick nodded slightly. “Let’s go.” Following Philip's order, the convoy quickly drove away from Riverdale and plunged into

the vast mountains. According to the results of Rick’s investigation, the headquarters of Stinger was located deep in the

mountains 50 miles away from Riverdale. This tumor had to be eliminated! Ten minutes later on a flatland somewhere deep in

the mountains, several black bunker-like houses stood upright. It encompassed an area of more than 1,000 square feet, well

hidden by the surrounding mountains and dense forests. Ordinary people would find it difficult to discover this place. It could be

seen that among these houses, people were running around, shouting and clamoring. It looked like a training camp. A three-story

building that stood at the very center of the area was painted in green. Bang! The door of this heavily guarded small building was

suddenly pushed open, and a fully armed man with bronze skin wearing black tights rushed in. As soon as he entered, he went

straight to the golden throne inlaid with various gems in the middle of the hall. On the throne, a charming woman drinking wine

was sitting sideways. She was stepping on the throne with one leg while carrying a wine bottle. She had a devilish figure, flaming

red lips, and a tiny waist. Her hair was in a ponytail, and there was black camouflage paint on her face. She was the master of

Stinger. She was a woman who was practically devil incarnate. “Master, someone broke in and took down eight men!”