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Roscoe passed out drunk on the table after a few drinks, still holding the Nine Lunar Technique tightly in his hands.
Philip was about to take Roscoe to find a place to sleep when he was hit on the back of the head with a wine bottle.
Although the hit was not forceful, Philip was caught off guard.
The aftereffect of the alcohol was quite strong that it rendered Philip’s reaction a little slow. He turned around and
stared at the bald man behind him holding a broken bottle.
Before Philip could speak, the bald man asked, “Did you touch my wife’s ass just now?”
A seductive woman pretending to be pitiful stood behind the bald man with a bunch of vicious-looking people.
Some regular customers recognized these people. They would blackmail and threaten anyone whom they thought
was rich. Relying on their numbers, they made a lot of money through this method.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince this matter had nothing to do with them, none of the regular customers stepped forward to help for fear of
getting involved.
Philip guessed what they were up to and thought they were probably attracted by the car he parked at the door.
He flirtatiously said to the woman behind the bald head, “Hey beautiful, do you miss me already? I paid you this
afternoon, didn’t I?”
As Philip spoke, he raised his communicator and shook it.
“You!”
Hearing that, the bald man immediately turned to the woman and asked, “What did you do behind my back? Didn’t
you say you just went shopping?”
It seemed that this baldy was not very bright. Philip turned to leave, but someone patted his shoulder again.
“Get your dirty hands off me!” Philip barked.
As he spoke, the temperature in the bar dropped a few degrees.
“Y-You can’t go!” The man was startled by Philip’s aura but still stammered indignantly.
“I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it.” Philip’s killing intent had been triggered, but he could not kill in
public.
Philip flicked a small ball of fire onto the bald guy’s pants before he smiled and ran out with Roscoe.
“Damn it, you run really fast. After him!” the bald man cursed.
“You’re on fire!” His underlings behind him were the first to notice.
The fire quickly spread upward and covered the bald man in an instant. Those helping him to put out the fire were
also ignited one after another. The fire was very persistent and could not be extinguished no matter what everyone
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtried to do.
The bar owner had to step in and help out. He was a level 4S water elemental practitioner. However, it was still a
step too late. The smell of roasted meat wafted from the baldy, and his lower body was almost charred. He lay
groaning on the floor and soon passed out in pain.
Philip took Roscoe and checked into a hotel nearby. He was not aware that several people from the White Marsh
royal family in the corner of the bar had seen his every move.
A bearded man among them said, “This man’s fire element is very strong…”
A man in glasses said, “Why is there such a talented and rich young kid in this lowly town?”
A silent woman on the side searched for something on her tablet. After a while, she clicked on a picture and handed
it to the other two, who exclaimed at the similarities.
It was a photo of Philip in the territory of the ancient dragon royal family.
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