The First Heir

Chapter 237

The Maybach headed directly to the stadium.

At the moment, the outside of the stadium was crawling with henchmen in black suits and dark sunglasses. They were each standing solemnly with their hands behind their backs.

When the car pulled over at the entrance, one of the henchmen immediately stepped forward, opened the door of the car, and greeted respectfully, “Mr. Clarke.”

About twenty to thirty henchmen in the area followed that person’s cue as they each bowed down and shouted respectfully, “Mr. Clarke!”

The volume of their voices was staggering!

Philip got out of the car, his cold demeanor and anger seemed to be suppressed in his eyes. With quick steps, he made his way toward the arena.

Theo followed closely from behind, ready to deal with the aftermath.

As soon as Philip entered the stadium, he heard Eric shouting hysterically.

“Let go of me! My name is Eric Yates. I belong to the Yates’ family! If you don’t release me at once, my grandfather won’t let you off!

“My father knows Theo Zander. He’s the Underground King of Riverdale! You had better let go of me now!

“And you, you should kneel and beg for my forgiveness! Otherwise, I’ll ask Theo to take care of you!”

The arrogant Eric could not stop yelling brazenly.

Even with his arms tied behind his back and pressed against the seat, he was still acting obnoxiously.

Why?

Because his grandfather was Bob Yates, and he was a member of the Yates family.

His father was Samson Yates, and he was on good terms with Theo Zander.

Who would dare lay a finger on him?

Those bunch of people would be courting their own deaths!

Despite all that, Tiger’s expression was indifferent as he stood before Eric. It was as if Tiger was looking at a moron. With a swing of his arm, a slap landed on Eric’s face, knocking out two of his teeth. Tiger shouted, “So much nonsense. You don’t even know how and why you’re going to die. Such an idiot.”

Eric glared vehemently at Tiger, spat a mouthful of blood, and sneered. “D*mn fatso, I’ll remember you. You’re finished! I’ll shatter your teeth personally!”

In fact, Eric became a little flustered.

When he was brought to the place earlier, he had observed his surroundings. There were many people, and all of them were henchmen in black suits.

Such a setup could not have been accomplished by an unknown person in Riverdale.

Eric Yates had just arrived on the same day and he had not offended anyone.

The only people he had provoked were that little b*tch Wynn Johnston and Philip Clarke.

Could it be Philip?

Impossible!

How could that piece of trash command such a huge force!

If that good-for-nothing really was behind it, Eric would eat sh*t!

However, the very next second, Eric saw a familiar silhouette appear at the entrance.

When Eric saw the person’s figure, he was dumbstruck!

This… how could this be possible?!

It was Philip Clarke.

Why was he there?

Wait a minute!

The person behind him was Theo Zander!

It was Theo!

Instantly, Eric ignored Philip and instead began to frantically shout at Theo for help, “Theo, it’s me. I’m Eric Yates from the Yates family. My father is Samson Yates. Tell your men to capture them. They dared beat me up, they’re courting death!”

Nevertheless, no matter how much Eric shouted, Theo was unmoved. With a cold expression on his face, he stood behind Philip, looking at Eric as if he were already a dead man.

The next instant, under Eric’s shocked gaze.

Philip approached him one step at a time. Philip was full of anger as his eyes reflected hell’s bitter chill.

Bam!

He was struck by Philip’s knee!

Philip had struck Eric’s chin with deadly force!

Crack!

A crisp sound was heard!

A few of Eric’s teeth were knocked out of his mouth, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood!

The sudden excruciating pain made Eric shudder all over!

The pain!

The gut-wrenching pain!

He had not managed to close his mouth in time when he was struck. Consequently, his teeth bit off a small piece of his tongue, and his whole mouth was now full of viscous blood!

“Argh!”

An agonizing cry was heard!

With his head down, and blood dripping from his mouth, Eric snared as he stared viciously at Philip with his bloodshot eyes. “Philip! You dare… you actually dare lay a hand on me! I want you dead! Your whole family is dead!”

“My whole family?”

Philip said coldly and then looked down upon Eric like the King of the Underworld.

Thump!

Another kick!

This time, it landed on Eric’s chest. His whole body, including the chair he was sitting in, toppled over and hit the ground!

Then, Philip quickly stepped forward, grabbed hold of the chair, raised it, and slammed it into Eric!

The wooden chair broke into pieces!

Eric experienced the most heart-wrenching pain that came from his very soul. He would remember it for the rest of his life.

“No, no more. I was wrong, I was wrong!”

Eric abandoned his previous persona that was arrogant. He fell to the ground and began to beg for mercy with great difficulty as he tried to crawl away.

However.

Philip stood stoically in front of him, raised his leg, and stomped on his hand! Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

In an instant, screams akin to dying pigs were heard throughout the stadium.

About ten minutes later, Eric was limp on the ground like a dead dog.

Theo passed a towel to Philip to clean his hands. Philip took it, wiped his hands, and threw it on Eric.

Fishing out a cigarette from his pocket, Philip lit it and took a deep puff. He then glared at Eric who was on the ground, “Eric Yates, now, do you know what the consequences of provoking me are?”

Eric had been beaten beyond recognition. With his body trembling all over, he opened his heavily bruised eyes with great difficulty and whimpered as he asked, “You… who are you?”