The First Heir
Chapter 1988

Chapter 1988

Just like that, Philip stood in front of the tombstone for two hours. Finally, he smiled, looked up at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and said, “Mom, I’m leaving now. I’ll come and see you again next time.”

With that said, Philip put on his sunglasses and turned around. The moment he turned around, there seemed to be a gentle breeze across Philip’s cheek.

It was like a mother’s gentle embrace. There seemed to be a whisper in his ear. “Phil, I love you.”

With a smile, Philip walked down the stone steps of the mausoleum slowly.

At the main entrance of the mausoleum, more than a dozen guards in military attire stood silently as they watched Philip walk down.

Even Buck Jolly from earlier dared not be the first to break the silence at this time.

Philip smiled and said to Buck, “Buck, let’s go and have a spar.”

Upon hearing this, Buck immediately smiled and said, “ Okay, let’s go.”

There was an empty space at a nearby training field. Buck had taken off his military uniform and was standing in a black undershirt. With strong muscular lines and combat gloves on both fists, he took a fighting stance before beckoning to Philip. He had also changed into his training uniform. Buck said, “Come on!”

After that, he swiftly exerted his strength, rushed toward Philip like a cheetah, and punched his chest. Philip quickly dodged to the side. However, Buck’s other fist had already struck out at Philip‘s waist.

This time, Philip was caught off guard and took a solid punch. He staggered a few steps back and grimaced.

Buck was kind enough to have held back a little. Bumping his fists together, he said, “Kid, don’t let your mind stray. When you get to the training ground, you have only one purpose, which is to defeat the enemy!”

With that said, he kicked out at Philip’s face.

Philip frowned and leaned back, avoiding the kick. At the same time, the other party turned 180 degrees with a leg sweep that brushed across Philip’s chest. The flying debris and explosive power almost sent Philip flying.

Buck frowned and said coldly, “Brat, what are you thinking about? If you continue to lose concentration like this, you’ll be taken down by me! Don’t you make me look down on you.”

While saying that, Buck even gave Philip a thumbs down. This made Philip a little angry. He immediately entered a fighting state, assumed a fighting stance, and charged ahead with a roar.

Biff, bang, thud!

In an instant, on this training ground, two figures exchanged blows. Every punch was aimed for the flesh, and every move was fierce and ruthless. Philip released all his pent-up emotions over the years at this moment!

After sparring for 20 or 30 minutes, Philip was soaked to the skin as he lay on the ground. He panted heavily as he looked at the blue sky and enjoyed the sea breeze. Buck was also sweating heavily as he threw a bottle of water in his hand to Philip before he sat on his side. He punched him in the chest and said, “Brat, you put up a good fight and your skills haven’t regressed.”

Philip smiled, took a few sips of water, and poured the rest over his head.

Buck glanced at Philip’s current state, looked up at the sea as well as Arcadia Island on the opposite side, and asked, “What do you plan to do upon your return this time?”

Philip said, “Find out the cause of my mother’s accident and reorganize the branch family.”