At this moment, the sneer on Tucker’s face had long since solidified and turned grim. He looked at the handsome face with extremely cold eyes on the screen, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
The two teams he sent out were destroyed just like that?
This was simply too unexpected!
On the screen, Philip’s mouth curled up in a smirk as he said, “Tucker Stone, I’ll remember you. I hope you won’t die first because one day in the future, I’ll kill you with my hands!”
With that said, Philip continued, “Yana Young, it’s nice to see you in District 12. If there’s a chance, we’ll meet.”
After these words, the screen went black. Tucker smashed the wine glass in his hand on the LCD screen in anger. He roared. “That damned brat! How dare he look down on me?!”
“Men!”
His furious roar resounded throughout the mansion. A guard walked in and asked with a bow, “Boss, what are your orders?”
Tucker got up and ordered, “Mobilize the four defense teams to the eighth exit immediately. Kill Philip Clarke and the others!”
The guard responded and withdrew.
However, he returned soon after and said, “Boss, Philip Clarke and his gang have left District 12.”
Bang!
Tucker kicked the coffee table into pieces and roared, “All of you are a bunch of trash! I’ve trained all of you for so long, but you can’t even catch a single person! This is District 12, not the f*cking Clarke family’s territory! Issue an assassination order and summon the death warriors under me. Hunt down Philip Clarke and his wife and kids on Arcadia Island!”
“Yes!”
With a faint smile, Seth said, “Okay. Send the things I prepared to the Clarke family on the ancestor commemoration day.”
“Yes, Sir,” Steven replied and left the room.
Seth stood alone in front of the French window, took a sip of the red wine in his glass, and said softly, “I hope you like this gift of mine.”
***
Philip did not stop after returning to Clarke Manor and headed straight back to his residence.
At this moment, Wynn was still waiting in the living room for Philip’s return. When she saw him appearing at the door, she immediately got up and trotted over. She asked with concern, “Where have you been? You didn’t even call me or send a text message after so long. Do you that I was worried sick about you?”
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