The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 622

It was a rather amusing scene.

Canon burst out laughing and looked at Philip with pity in his eyes. “Oh Phil, you poor thing. Even your own mother-in-law doesn’t acknowledge you. What happened to your old spark and pride? Someone like you is not qualified to inherit the main family’s fortunes!”

“Not qualified, you say?”

Philip’s head was slightly lowered as he looked at Wynn on the couch. “True, I was not qualified to say that the past few years, but…”

All of a sudden, he looked up at Canon with wilful eyes and said angrily, “Mere mites like you will never understand what I truly possess! You will never have the qualifications I do! The main family will always reign above the branches!”

Rage flaring in his eyes, Philip made the first move, going so quickly that Canon never even saw how he did it!

Canon’s gaze shifted. He never thought Philip would be such a good fighter!

But how was that possible?

Canon was stunned as he watched Philip get rid of all the bodyguards he had brought along.

Those men were the best of the best among the family’s trainees. Each of them could fight ten men on their own!

Now, however, they were each taken down with a single kick, as feeble and helpless as straw men!

Canon’s face was as white as a sheet. He stood there, trembling, too afraid to say a word or even breathe too loudly.

After all, he had just witnessed Philip knocking down the last guard with his own two eyes!

All of the bodyguards laid out on the floor were rendered completely out of action now!

“You… How can you fight like that? Who are you?!”

Canon freaked out, taking several steps back. He looked at Philip in sheer disbelief.

How could this be?

Philip had been chased out of the family and did nothing worthwhile in the past three years. Why was he suddenly such a terrifying fighter?!

“I’m your cousin, Philip Clarke!”

Philip said coldly, taking a few steps toward Canon, who was so scared that his entire body shook.

Finally, Canon wet himself out of fear, falling flat onto his backside. He kept trying to scuttle back and away from Philip, his breathing quick and jagged as he whined, “W-What do you want? I’m the sixth young master and heir to the Clarke branch family, you can’t… you can’t touch me!”

“The sixth young master?”

Philip scoffed, his eyes icy. “So you do remember that you’re just the sixth young master? What right do you have to challenge me on my turf? What right do you have to hit my wife and daughter? You’re forcing me to kill you here!”

Bam!