The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 657

After Philip and Theo left, Trent picked up the phone to call Quentin. “Trent, where is he?” Quentin was in a bad temper and

asked directly in a cold voice. “Quentin, I advise you to stop while you can. The person Marcus offended is not someone you can

afford to provoke.” Trent did not want to ruin his relationship with Quentin. After all, he belonged to the Quaid family of Capital

City and had immense power as well as a profound background.

Although the two were very close at one time, they parted ways because of an incident. “What are you talking about? Is there

someone I can't afford to offend? Are you afraid to catch that person? Fine! I’ll personally bring my men to Riverdale!” Quentin

was furious and roared angrily. However, on the phone, Trent just replied solemnly, “Quentin Quaid! This world is not owned by

your Quaid family! There are larger forces out there! Don’t forget how your eldest son was incapacitated back then!” Lawrence?

Hearing this, Quentin trembled all over as the scenes from eight years ago flashed quickly in his mind. Following that, the anger

in his heart intensified! Had that person returned? No way! Absolutely impossible! Quentin roared, “What happened eight years

ago, I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll destroy whoever stands in my way! I want to see just who you’re so afraid of!”

Slam! Quentin hung up the phone angrily, not wanting to listen to the second half of Trent's warning.

“Send the order! Gather everyone! I want to make a selection!” Quentin shouted to the butler, his face

covered with frost as he was unable to conceal his anger. The butler shuddered at his words and asked

tremblingly, “Old Master, are you sure you want to do that? This is cross-regional and the

consequences will be unimaginable…” The butler was scared. The old master was really angry this

time, but once this matter was exposed, the Quaid family would be over! Quentin glared and roared

with a wave of his sleeves, “Send the order!” “Yes… Okay.” The butler had no choice and left the hall.

Quentin stayed in the hall alone. He punched his fist on the table while his eyes flashed menacingly. He

said coldly, “The Quaid family won’t allow anyone to step on our heads blatantly!” On the other side a

few hours later, Philip’s motorcade arrived at Capital City. It was a super prosperous metropolis full of

hustle and bustle with spacious streets. It was the largest international metropolis in the country and a

gathering place for countless families. It was also the fertile soil of wealth and the cradle of power. He

had not been here for eight years. Philip was full of emotions as he looked at the scenery outside the

car window. He wondered if those people he knew still remembered him. “Mr. Clarke, where are we

going first?” Theo asked respectfully from the front passenger seat.

“Head to the Hari dojo,” Philip said lightly, his eyes gleaming. Rick, who sat next to him, was still

expressionless and lazy with no trace of worry at all. Theo just glanced at him hurriedly, anxiety welling

in his heart. He knew that this person next to Mr. Clarke was a very powerful man, but in the face of this

well-known killer organization, could he really defeat 72 people on his own? Philip noticed Theo’s

suspicions and doubts but said nothing. Very soon, the convoy arrived at Hari dojo. In front of the

Japanese-style building, there was a woman wearing a cherry blossom kimono and wooden clogs. She

was constantly bending over and nodding to the men and women who came to register. In front of the

dojo, there was a small square laid with white marble. At this moment, four black Mercedes-Benzes

were parked there. The woman in cherry blossom kimono at the door saw the convoy and immediately

greeted them respectfully while smiling sweetly. “Good afternoon, welcome.” Theo got out of the car

first. He opened the door for Philip, respectfully greeted him, then stood silently. In the other cars, all

the carefully selected elites got out of the car and formed two lines, standing behind Philip. This scene

naturally attracted the attention of many people and they took pictures of Philip while pointing at them.

At this moment, from the entrance of the dojo, a man flew out with wounds all over his body.

Three Japanese men in white gi and wooden clogs continued to punch and kick the beaten man while

laughing and humiliating. “Idiot! Orienta p*ssy!

Get lost!” The man who was beaten and wounded all over fell to the ground, his eyes spitting fire. He glared angrily at the three

Japanese men, got up, and tried to dash forward as he cursed, “Return my father’s life! I want to kill you!” Bam! The leader

kicked the man's chest and he directly flew out again. As for the man, he rolled all the way to Philip’s feet. He spurted out a

mouthful of blood and passed out immediately. This scene naturally attracted many people’s condemnation! The Japanese men’s

insulting words just now had aroused the indignation of many people! The phrase ‘Orienta p*ssy’ had been abolished many years

ago with the blood of the ancestors.

Now, this gang of Japanese dared to utter it again! This was simply intolerable!