Chapter 1671
The First Heir
Before Joey could say anything, Otis laughed smugly. âThatâs right, Iâm the one who did it! What can
you do about it?â
Joey frowned. Otis was really brainless. What if Philip had a recorder on him or something?
Otis sneered as he knocked the steel baseball bat in his hand and said, âDamn it, youâre lucky you
didnât burn to death. How dare you come here? Iâm telling you, donât fâtcking think of stepping out of this
door today. Iâm going to kill you right here!â
When Otis said that, the 20 to 30 thugs around were already eager to make a move. At this moment, a
figure suddenly flashed past!
Before Otis could react, Philip was already in front of him. He jumped and kicked Otis right in the face!
Otis immediately flew out and slammed into the back of the office door before he fell heavily to the
floor. He covered his mouth, coughed hard, and spat out two front teeth.
Everyone was stunned!
Philip lifted his foot, patted the dust off his pants, and said coldly, âIf you want to fight, just fight. Whatâs
the point in talking crap?â
âF*ck! Kill him for me!â
Otis said incoherently and angrily, covering his mouth as blood seeped from it.
When the dozens of thugs heard their bossâ orders, they rushed over with a holler.
Philip looked at them with a sneer, dodged sideways unhurriedly, and rushed up to Joey. With a vice-
like grip, he grabbed Joey by the neck!
Capture the general and the army would collapse!
âDonât move. If anyone moves, Iâll break his neck.â Philip said with a cold smile on his face. He
tightened his grip and Joey felt like he could not breathe. His face instantly flushed red as he frantically
gestured with his hands for his men to back away.
Their boss was in Philipâs hands. Who would dare to move? They glared at Philip angrily but no one
dared to step forward.
Philip smiled lightly and said, âThis is how it should be.â
Immediately after, his grip loosened a little. Philip sat on Joeyâs chair and crossed his legs. âYou have a
guest here. Donât you know what to do?â
As Philip said that, he picked up Joeyâs phone that was on the table and smashed it to the floor. He
shouted, âServe me some tea!â
That roar was like thunder!
Overheating!
Arrogant!
Yes, he was here to wreck the place!
The thugs almost went mad with fury!
Who the hell was this?
How could he be so cocky?
How dare he order them to serve him tea after beating them up?
When Philip saw that no one was moving, he pulled Joeyâs head over with his grip remaining around
the manâs neck
Smack, smack!
Two slaps landed on Joeyâs face!
Joeyâs face instantly swelled up!
âAre you going to serve me tea or not?â Philip asked coldly.
He was too domineering!
Joey quickly shouted, âAre you deaf? Hurry up!â
Everyone was shocked. When they heard their bossâ words, two people quickly ran out.
Soon, they brought a pot of tea and a teacup for Philip. Otis had already been helped up from the floor.
Covering his mouth that was full of blood, he glared at Philip fiercely.
Otis had some power in Uppercreek. Although he was not as powerful as Victor Bell and the others, no
one would dare to mess with him because he was the follower of Joey Cullen, a bigwigin the distillery
industry.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation? His two front teeth were knocked off by Philip, and his
other teeth were also loose now.
Philip picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. He looked at Otis who was glaring at him and asked,
âWhat? Are you pissed?â
Otis clenched his fists until they were creaking but he dared not step forward. After all, the boss was
still in the other partyâs hands.
âPhilip, Iâm telling you, donât be too cocky! Canât you see our strength in numbers? I donât believe you
dare to touch our boss. If anything happens to him today, I wonât let you off!â
Otis said angrily with a chill in his eyes.
Philip smiled and said, âOh? Are you saying that I canât leave today?â
âExactly! Youâll surely die here because someone has already paid for your life!â Otis said menacingly.
Philip smiled faintly, took out his phone, and dialed a number. âHave you caught that person?â
âYes, we have. How do we deal with him?â
âIâm in Joey Brewery now. Grab that kid and bring more people over,â Philip said.
âYes, Young Master Clarke!â
After Philip ended the call, Otis looked at Philip and scoffed. âCalling for help now? Youâre just bluffing!â