Mitch scoffed. He pinned a sinister gaze on Philip as he spoke, “I’ve heard rumors of your madness
before, you little sh*t. Can’t say I’m surprised, but there’s no way I’m letting you leave this room alive.”
With the same indifferent expression on his face, Philip held the silver chopsticks, a knife, and a fork in
his hands. Frost oozed off him in waves!
Squinting his eyes at Mitch, the corner of Philip’s mouth stretched to reveal what one would associate
with the smile of death. “I don’t know about me leaving the room alive, but you’re definitely not leaving
the room unscathed!”
With that, Philip threw the knife in his hand, lodging it into Mitch’s shoulder in the blink of an eye!
Brutal!
Mitch’s shoulder was already covered with a sheen of bright red by the time it dawned on him what had
happened!
Clutching his arm, Mitched staggered backward and roared with a menacing expression, “Kill him! Cut
off his hands and legs!”
Philip was too fast. All the eight bodyguards in the room could only watch with their jaws slack from
shock. They stared dazedly at Mitch, for this was the first time they saw their boss, the great Mitch
Potter, with an egg on his face!
They turned to look at the culprit behind… What an overpowering aura!
“What are you doing, just standing there? Get him! I want him dead!”
The bodyguards snapped back to their senses at Mitch’s growl and quickly dashed to surround Philip!
What was this atrocity, hurting the master of their fraternity right in front of them! It was evidence of
their dereliction. One that would surely cost them their arms and legs should the incident be
investigated after!
Philip remained unfazed as he took his time sweeping his gaze over the men around him.
Right then, a bodyguard leaned forward, raising a fist that aimed for Philip’s cheek!
Easily, Philip grabbed the offending arm. Exerting a little strength, he was rewarded with the painful
shriek, not unlike that of a slaughtered pig!
A crisp crack rang loud in the room!
The bodyguard’s hand was broken by having it twisted in the opposite direction. The man rolled around
on the floor in agony!
In quick succession, Philip attacked again at the speed of light. The second bodyguard blinked only to
watch his arm break in front of his very eyes!
Crack!
Then, the third!
Fourth!
Fifth!
Eight sturdy bodyguards collapsed in screams, all in the time it took to take a breath.
It was all too sudden!
Of course, Philip had not left the fight free of injuries either. They had landed a few hits to his chest and
face.
Mitch’s expression darkened. Reaching a hand to cup his bleeding shoulder, he stared at Philip. This
was the first time he felt the threat of death. He roared as if his life depended on it, “Do you have any
idea who I am? I’m the master of the South River District fraternity…”
Philip strode over, reaching in front of him before he finished speaking. Grabbing Mitch by the throat,
Philip lifted and suspended him above the floor!
“I don’t care who you are. All you have to know is that if you even think to hurt my wife again, or treat
me with hostility, I can’t promise that I’ll keep you alive!”
Philip’s tone was one of bone-chilling frost. To the extent that even Mitch Potter, a man who lived the
life of violence, heard and felt the ice Philip conveyed!
This was the threat of death!
Cold washing over him, his face flushed as he scrambled to catch a breath!
‘Who is this man?’
Did Noah not say that this man was just like any other piece of trash that fed off his wife?
Why did he have such an oppressing aura?
A thud sounded in the room!
Philip loosened his grip, causing Mitch to fall on the floor. He was clutching his neck while coughing
away.
“Get out! I’ll break all your necks if I see you again!”
Philip roared. He had to threaten these kinds of people with force, or they would never back off!
“Leave!”
Pressing on the bloodied wound on his shoulder, Philip glared ferociously at Philip as if he was
committing his face to memory.
Then, the nine of them fled with their tails between their legs.
“Is this okay, honey?”
Philip asked with a shrug.
Wynn turned around, her expression laced with a hint of a survivor’s relief. She berated in mock anger.
“This is the last time, okay? They’re far from good people. Sigh. The company would have to suffer
again.”
Nonchalantly, Philip reassured. “What suffering? I, your husband, will deal with them if they dare come
to look for trouble again.”
Rolling her eyes, Wynn rubbed Philip’s cheek as she spoke, “All you know is violence, hmm? These
are Noah Anderson’s men, you know. They’ll never let you go after you’ve offended them tonight. I’ll
deal with it from here onward, so don’t worry about it anymore. I’ll contact Clarke Group, maybe they
can help.”
‘Young Master Clarke?’
Philip shrugged as he pulled his lips into a grin. “Leave it to me. Don’t worry about it.”
“Leave it to you? What can you do?”
Rather than condemning Wynn for her reluctance to believe him, Philip just had too little evidence to
back himself up.
This was the South River District’s fraternity they were talking about.
There was little chance that Philip would be able to deal with people of the fraternity even if he came
from a distinguished family.
“I thought you were looking for Clarke Group? Well then, I, your husband, am precisely…”
Philip smiled, reaching out to brush the tip of Wynn’s delicate nose.
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