The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)

On the westernmost side of the city, Philip found a mountain gate that looked vague and mysterious.

When Philip and the others landed, they finally had a good feel of the environment here. A dry wave of heat rushed over them, and the sunlight burned their skin. They were surrounded by loess and ruins. It was as if a great war had happened here.

There were four entrances and exits in the city. Philip and his gang landed on the small apron outside the east gate.

After they landed, a local tour guide approached and asked in a local accent, "Hello, everyone, are you here for a holiday or to participate in the Mystic City Competition?"

Philip glanced sideways at Fennel, who said with a smile, "Holiday..."

The tour guide immediately said cheerfully, "My name is Doggo. I'll bring you into the city for a rest."

Philip glanced around. Many groups of people were dressed up like they were here for business and seemed to be discussing with other tour guides too.

"Sure," Philip replied.

Soon, they entered Mystic City with Doggo.

As soon as they entered the city, Philip noticed the local customs and culture. The streets were full of vendors selling food and souvenirs, as well as some stones and local jade. There were many shops, hotels, and restaurants on both sides of the street. The development of Mystic City seemed suspended in the early 21st century.

The people walking around would not say anything but covered themselves up tightly as if they were afraid of being recognized.

After walking for a while, Philip and the others had almost figured out the situation here. There was a patrolling station nearby that should be responsible for maintaining the law and order here. However, the patrolling station here seemed different from those in the outside cities.

"Everyone, here we are. This is our local special hotel. Please have a rest. This is my business card. If you have any questions or want to go anywhere, please contact me and I'll come over at once," Doggo took out the crumpled business card with a smile.

Philip sat down and glanced at the business card and Doggo.

Doggo seemed to be in his early 20s. His freckled face was flushed and peeling from the sun, but he seemed quite smart.

"Okay," Philip smiled, took out a banknote, and handed it to Doggo.

Doggo was immediately excited. His eyes widened as he said with a smile, "Thank you, sir!"

A big banknote! He struck it rich! This was a big customer!

Philip and the others sat down and ordered tea and some snacks.

"Hey, what do you think of this place?" Philip asked.

Fennel frowned and looked around. Many groups sat in the lobby, drinking tea and eating snacks. Everyone was watching each other vigilantly.

"It's hard to say. There's something wrong with the atmosphere here. We should proceed with caution," Fennel said.

Philip hummed.

17 and the others sat on the side and said, "Young Lord, I think those few people have been watching us since we entered."

Hearing this, Philip followed 17's gaze.

In the corner, four sturdy men stared viciously at Philip and his gang. When they saw Philip looking over, they deliberately made a swiping motion across their necks.

Philip frowned. He did not want trouble. However, the other party was obviously targeting Philip and his gang on purpose. They got up and approached their table.