The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 2082

Philip felt a headache coming on and decided to ignore 17. There was something wrong with this girl’s way of thinking!

After almost two hours of travel, the armed helicopter carrying Philip and 17 finally stopped on the tarmac of a luxurious mountain resort somewhere in the Glenford hinterland. This was the residence of the Clarke family’s patriarch in Glenford.

The mountain villa occupied the top of the entire mountain peak, which was flattened and reconstructed. However, it was still a structure that was surrounded by mountains and rivers. From a high altitude, the luxurious and vast white mountain villa looked just like a little white crane in a green forest.

Armed personnel in green and black combat uniforms were patrolling the mountain resort at the moment. In the surrounding mountains and forests, many armed combatants with combat equipment lay in ambush.

Within a radius of tens of miles, the sky and the ground were within a defensive strike. Any suspicious movement, whether in the sky or on the ground, would be detected and identified.

Philip got off the helicopter and caught a whiff of martial law permeating the villa. It was very serious, very tense, and very alarming.

Around the entire villa, personnel on patrol could be seen every few steps away from each other.

Fulton Hash walked over like a blade with cold eyes and said to Philip, “The lord is waiting for you inside.”

Philip frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and followed Fulton inside. If Philip had guessed correctly, he saw several members of the Shadow Squadron nearby.

The entire mountain villa was surrounded by the Shadow Guards. What exactly had happened to his father?

This was the first time he brought all members of the Shadow Squadron with him.

In this room, there were many antique bookshelves. In the middle was a pool full of blue liquid that was bubbling with blue mist. In the pool, there was an old man covered in wounds with his eyes closed in rest.

Three gaping knife wounds could be seen on his chest. With each breath, the wounds opened and closed, looking terrifying.

The blue liquid in the pool flowed with blue essence into the wounds of the old man’s body. Blood vessels on the skin seemed to be repairing and healing him.

The person in the pool was none other than Roger Clarke!