The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)

The person who walked in was a young and handsome man about 25 or 26 years old. He wore a white suit and black sunglasses. He was followed by six guys in black suits and had a black tattoo resembling the pearly gates on his neck.

People from the Heavenly Court?

Philip and the others immediately noticed the tattoos on these people's necks.

The young man in the lead nonchalantly exposed his wrist that had a golden tattoo of the pearly gates. In an instant, Philip recalled the information about the Heavenly Court that Fennel showed him last night. Everyone in the Heavenly Court had a tattoo for identification.

It was the logo of the pearly gates. The black ones represented the guards, bodyguards, thugs, and so on. The silver ones represented the management of Heavenly Court. They had some strength and power. The golden ones represented the core personnel of the Heavenly Court, the leaders.

In other words, the young man in front of them was actually the core personnel of Heavenly Court. His status was not low!

In an instant, the expressions of Philip and the others became very solemn. They had just arrived in Mystic City. They did not expect to run into someone from the mysterious Heavenly Court right away. Moreover, it seemed that the other party was very hostile.

The young man put away the golden fan in his hand. The followers behind him took out a piece of gold foil and placed it on the seat before the man sat down with a smile.

Seeing this scene, even Philip, the heir of the Clarke family, admired him somewhat.

He had to bring his own gold foil paper when he went out just to pad his butt. It must be said that the Heavenly Court was really rich and powerful.

"Do we know each other?" Philip sized him up before he asked.

The young man in a white suit did not seem to take Philip seriously at all. He said blandly, "No, we don't."

Hearing this, Philip frowned, swung the golden Desert Eagle in his hand, and said, "You're the first person who's made me feel disgusted at first glance." The man in a white suit smiled and said, "I feel the same way about you. Maybe, as Granny Leena said, you and I are destined to be opponents." Hearing this, Philip was even more puzzled.

'Granny Leena? Destined opponents?'

"Young Patriarch Clarke, I want to give you a piece of advice now," the man in a white suit said leisurely.

Philip raised his eyebrows and said with a shrug, "I'm all ears."

"Mystic City of the northwest is not a place you should come to. If you don't want to die here, leave as soon as possible with your people."

After saying that, the man in a white suit radiated a cold and severe aura. He was quite domineering. Not many people could speak to Philip like this. "Hmm.. Haha..." Philip scratched his head with the muzzle of the golden Desert Eagle and said with a smile, "Do you think your advice is useful to me?" "No," the other party replied.

Interesting. This man in a white suit did not play by the rules at all.

"In that case, why still bother?" Philip asked.

The man replied, “Because the advice is not only for you but also for others. Besides, I need a valid reason. In this way, I can make a move against you without fear. Don't you think so, Young Patriarch Clarke?"