The First Heir

Chapter 25

Theo Zander! King of the underground! A dominating figure who was famous within the city.

Drogo, who had been full of himself earlier, was now rooted to his spot with a dark expression, feeling intimidated as he watched Theo come in.

“Brother Theo, why did you bring so many people into my establishment?” Drogo’s complexion looked terrible. He quietly gritted his teeth as he felt irked. Could he go against Theo? The answer was obviously a ‘no’.

However, Theo completely ignored Drogo, never giving the latter so much as a glance. This made Drogo flare up in anger. I’m still one of the top five most powerful men in the underground world of Riverdale! This man is just too disrespectful!

What happened next was a scene that shocked every person in the room! Even if Anna was already aware of Philip’s identity, she could not help but feel waves of shock as she saw it with her own eyes.

Theo had strode over to Philip, took down his gentlemen’s hat, and then bowed to him, showing great respect and humility. “Mr. Clarke, my apologies for being late.” This young man was old George’s young master, so he shall be Theo’s young master as well.

Philip was calm, only nodding faintly. “You should know what to do.”

“Of course.” Theor straightened up and stared at Drogo with a dark glint in his eyes.

By now, Drogo was dumbstruck. He could not imagine how the underground king could be this respectful to a mere boy toy. What the f*ck was going on? But Drogo was not an idiot. In an instant, he figured that the young man must be someone of a distinctive identity!

At that moment, Theo was staring at Drogo with a dark expression.

Slap! With powerful strength, Theo landed a tight slap across Drogo’s face!

Drogo stared at Theo in disbelief. He glared back at the man with venomous eyes and said through gritted teeth, “Theo Zander, are you trying to start a fight?” There was no clamor, but a vicious look on Drogo’s face.

“Start a fight?” Theo laughed before giving the man a fierce kick in the chest. Then, with the soles of his white shoes, he stepped on Drogo’s face. “And can you win against me with the likes of you?”

As expected of the underground king, his approaches were always dominant and vicious, never showing Drogo any respect as he taught the man a lesson like Drogo was only a little brat.

Theo stared down at Drogo and said coldly, “Today, whoever offended Mr. Clarke has earned their name on my hit list. Not a single one of you can leave!” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Soon after he spoke, the men that Theo had brought over pressed all of Drogo’s men onto the ground. Devastating screams rose and fell, one after another!

Just then, a crisp interrogation sounded from behind the bead curtains. Jeffrey held his bloodied head with a napkin as he parted the bead curtains furiously and roared, “You’re Theo Zander? So what you’re saying is that you will lay a hand on me as well?” Jeffrey was seething. He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead!

Drogo, who was still on the ground, smiled darkly. “Brother Theo, don’t blame me for not reminding you that Mr. Scott is not someone you can offend. Even if you’re very influential within Riverdale, Mr. Scott is from Golden City. Before him, you’re nothing!”

Mr. Scott? From Golden City? Theo frowned slightly. His foot pressed down harder as he glanced at the man standing above the stairs.

Recognizing Theo’s confusion, Drogo quickly crawled up and ran over to Jeffrey. He quickly straightened himself up, arranged his suit, and rode on Jeffrey’s coattails, saying, “Brother Theo, this is Mr. Jeffrey Scott, the representative from Turner’s Hospital in Golden City. He’s also Professor Henry Turner’s nephew!” Drogo was almost shouting the last sentence out loud like he was afraid no one could hear him.

Thump! Theo’s pupils contracted as he looked at Jeffrey, his fury had almost dissipated by now.

That man was Professor Henry Turner’s nephew!