Chapter 3369
The First Heir
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 Philipâs 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, âDid you touch my wifeâs ass just now?â
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.
Since 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, âHey beautiful, do you miss me already? I paid
you this afternoon, didnât I?â
As Philip spoke, he raised his communicator and shook it.
âYou!â
Hearing that, the bald man immediately turned to the woman and asked, âWhat did you do behind my
back? Didnât you say you just went shopping?â
It seemed that this baldy was not very bright. Philip turned to leave, but someone patted his shoulder
again.
âGet your dirty hands off me!â Philip barked.
As he spoke, the temperature in the bar dropped a few degrees.
âY-You canât go!â The man was startled by Philipâs aura but still stammered indignantly.
âI gave you a chance, but you didnât cherish it.â Philipâs killing intent had been triggered, but he could
not kill in public.
Philip flicked a small ball of fire onto the bald guyâs pants before he smiled and ran out with Roscoe.
âDamn it, you run really fast. After him!â the bald man cursed.
âYouâre on fire!â 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 tried 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, âThis manâs fire element is very strongâ¦â
A man in glasses said, âWhy is there such a talented and rich young kid in this lowly town?â
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.