Philip sneered inwardly. He did not want to go after the law enforcement hall so soon, but he could not stop the other party from showing up on his doorstep.
When Wilfred saw the convoy, his eyes lit up with hope as he shouted, “Sixth Enforcer, save me quickly! Look at the beating Philip has given me! He even took down the chieftain’s guards!”
As Wilfred’s roar spread throughout the small square, the convoy stopped. The door of the Rolls-Royce at the forefront opened and out stepped a small but energetic old man with his hands behind his back.
The old man wore a gray suit and seemed to be in his 70s. He was older than Wilfred. However, after the old man stepped out, his dormant aura was much stronger than Wilfred’s!
With a headful of gray and his hands behind his back, he walked up to Wilfred. He glared at Wilfred coldly and reprimanded, “Useless fool, embarrassing the branch family here! I didn’t raise you for so many years for you to disgrace yourself!”
Following his reprimand, Wilfred meekly lowered his head, not daring to refute at all.
The sixth enforcer in front of him was his uncle. He was a generation older than him. He was one of the very few older generations of the Clarke family who were still around now.
The sixth enforcer turned his head, his eyes sweeping across the Wolf Guards who were being pressed on the ground as well as the one who had been killed on one side. A trace of stem grimness flashed in his eyes.
After that, he walked up to Philip, his height reaching Philip’s shoulders. Due to his hunched back, he looked somewhat aged.
“What, am I not worthy of your greeting even though I’m standing here?”
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