The Supreme Heir

What Is Going On?

In the mountains early in the morning, the air was fresh and the early birds were chirping in the trees.

In fact, Irving was not really sure of the exact location of the woman who just called for help. There was only a vague direction in his mind.

"It should be over there." Irving, who was running wildly in the dense forest and even climbing rocks with his bare hands in some dangerous places, glanced at the birds that were constantly being frightened away, not far off. He hunched over and walked slowly over. He squatted down on the protruding rock and carefully looked at his surroundings.

This place was a naturally formed flat surfaced region, with a few unnamed trees growing sparsely. There were four men standing on the flat surface at this time. The three men in straight suits should be the same as the two who fell on the ground. The men in uniforms were in a group, and the squat man wearing a black elastic vest surrounded by them actually glanced at the rock where Irving was standing, as if, telepathically, he knew when he arrived.

Irving withdrew his gaze from the last person on the scene, the woman who had fallen to the ground and did not know whether she was alive or dead. He shrank his head, secretly annoyed that he had gone too far. In this Sanderson, it was impossible to tell who was who. If the old man If he could catch up quickly, he might be able to tell him something based on his experience.

Suddenly, Irving, who was squatting, felt a slight numbness on the right side of his cheek, as if stimulated by a small electric current. He turned his head slightly and was stunned.

On an ancient tree not far from him, the old man who noticed his difference in the oak shelter was actually sitting gracefully on the branch, his legs dangling in the air, as if he was afraid that others would not know about his arrival.

The two looked at each other. The old man nodded kindly to Irving and then looked away, staring at everyone in the venue with a playful expression.

The man in the vest glanced at the old man sitting on the branch, his face was horrified, and then turned livid, and he said respectfully. "Mr. Sanderson, this matter is a personal grudge between Xena and I, please don't interfere."

"So, this old man's name is Sanderson. He seems to be quite famous." Irving glanced at the old man's position.

The old man named Sanderson always kept a smile on his face and watched silently without replying.

When the man in the vest saw that old man Sanderson didn't say anything, he believed he had acquiesced, so his face lit up with joy, he touched the ground with one foot, and immediately started to take action.

Although the man in the vest was able to handle the offensive of the remaining three men in suits at this time, the sweats on his face was already telling the problem he faced. After all, they were three powerful men, not three pigs who were helpless in a slaughter house. 

Moreover, the man in the vest also knew that if he was stalemate by the opponent's team here, it would be difficult for him to escape when the opponent's large force arrived.

For a moment, the man in the vest seized an opening, and at the cost of two hard punches on his back, his hunched figure suddenly jumped out like a tiger, turning his fists into claws and sweeping across the face of one of the men in suits.

With just one blow to each one of them, the men in the suits became unconscious and fell to the ground, one by one. There was no suspense about the ensuing fight. With the thumping sound of bodies falling to the ground, the man in the vest was the only one still standing.

He panted slightly, turned around, bowed respectfully to Old Man Sanderson, and said. "Thank you, Mr. Sanderson. I'll be taking my leave now." After saying that, he knelt down, picked up the woman who had fainted on the ground, stood up, and wanted to leave. .

Irving squinted his eyes and didn't know where the trouble was, and it was inconvenient to come forward. At this time, old man Sanderson put his hands on the tree trunk and landed lightly on the ground without making a sound.

Seeing Old Man Sanderson suddenly jumped to the ground, the man in the vest shrank his eyes and took two steps back, wondering. "What is the problem, Mr. Sanderson?"

The old man shook his head, raised his finger and pointed at the woman held by the man in the vest, and said: "Jago, you can go, if you want, but you have to leave the girl, Xena, behind. No grudges in the world should bring harm to family members."

When Jago saw that old man Sanderson could even call the woman by her names, he stopped pretending that the girl was his girlfriend. He laughed evilly, pinched Xena's throat with one hand, stared into old man Sanderson's eyes, and said arrogantly. "Sanderson, don't be so shameless. If you don't get out of the way, this girl will die because of you."

Sanderson frowned slightly, as if he had some concerns and didn't dare to push too hard. Although Jago's martial arts was nothing in his eyes, he was also a decisive master. The girl could be killed.

Jago was overjoyed when he saw the hesitation on Sanderson's face. He knew that the old man was indeed concerned about Xena's safety, so he seemed to exert more firepower to his hold.

Just when he was about to add more force, Sanderson shouted. "You know it's impossible for me to let you go so easily. After all, my reputation is at stake. Since you don't dare to fight me, why not fight one of my friends here?"

"A little friend?" Jago looked at the rock warily.

Irving knew it was useless to hide any longer, so he straightened up and walked out.