The First Heir (First Heir)
chapter 82
Crazy one!
Philip must be crazy!
Was he allowed to enter the place?
Does he not see a parking lot full of BMW motorcycles?
What's he planning?
Wynn quickly rushed to Philip's back, worried he would do something stupid.
Philip, on the other hand, was filled with annoyance.
He walked towards the parking lot and pushed one of the motorcyclists standing next to his bike. Then, he took the helmet from his hand.
Everyone naturally turned their eyes towards him.
With a helmet in one hand, Philip spread out both his hands as an arrogant grin spread across his face. He pointed to the parking lot full of BMW motorcycles and roared at Wynn running towards him and Juan standing in the corner, "Wynn, let me tell you this. All BMW motorcycles in this parking lot are mine, Philip Clarke! I bought everything!"
His voice was as loud as thunder booming as it echoed in the parking lot.
"And this, Hotel Arc de Triumph, is mine! I just spent 20 billion to buy it!
"Don't you always think of me as useless trash? Who only knows how to deliver food? Let me tell you this, then. I spent 10 million to buy Gopher Delivery Service just half a month ago! My Gopher Delivery Service, Philip Clarke!"
Clearly aggravated, cried Philip.
Juan frowned as a look flashed across his eyes.
Wynn, however, was completely dumbfounded. A moment later, he recovered and rushed towards Philip, giving him a loud and stinging slap across his face. "Philip Clarke, are you done! What do you want? Are you happy now that you have humiliated yourself in front of so many people!"
Wynn is really angry!
How did this happen? How did Philip become like this?
"Stop messing around and come back now! Go!"
Wynn cried as he pushed Philip away with all his might.
Right at this moment, Philip looked like a desperate clown.
He watched Wynn strike in front of him, punching and pushing him hard while cursing him.
Philip's breathing became increasingly difficult. He's not sure what to do.
Some people had gathered to watch them as if they were watching a show. They all pointed and talked about Philip.
"Look, that guy's crazy. He must be hallucinating!"
"I've never seen anything like it. Does he have any shame at all?"
The crowd looked at Philip and Wynn with strange and complex gazes.
Right at that moment, several hooligans ran out from the other end of the parking lot.
The one leading the herd was a fierce-looking man with tattoos all over his body. He pointed at Philip and shouted, "Are you Philip Clarke?"
Surprised, Philip quickly pulled Wynn behind him as he frowned. "Who are you?"
He did not know these people, but he knew that they were not good.
"You don't need to know who I am, but Tiger gave the order today to teach you a good lesson! Come on, hit him!"
The tattooed man waved his hand at the group of burly men behind him. A few men immediately ran forward and caught Philip.
Although Philip held back the attack, he was quickly pressed to the ground by the opponent because he was worried about Wynn.
Philip buried his head in his hands and arched his back involuntarily, allowing himself to be hit by punches and kicks thrown at him.
Wynn had been pushed out of the mess, but upon seeing Philip being beaten up, he rushed forward while shouting, "Stop! Please stop!"
It was total chaos.
Among the hooligan gangs, there was one person whose mouth was sticking out. He has a chin like an ape. A cold look flashed in the corner of his eyes.
Swish!
He took out a switch knife from his pocket and ran towards Philip, pointing the knife at him!
Yet…
He's missed!
Well, not exactly... Too much is happening!
Stab!
The switch-blade knife went through Wynn's stomach!
Bright red blood flowed from the puncture wound and Wynn's white blouse turned red within seconds.
Thumping!
Wynn carried his hand to his stomach as he fell to the ground with tears in his eyes.
Philip's dumbfounded.
He fell to the ground beside her as he stared blankly while Wynn lay in a pool of blood.
At that moment, he forgot how to breathe and his heart stopped beating.
