The First Heir

Chapter 492

Men were all bloodthirsty beings, especially at the prompt of spilling fresh blood.

A moment of silence engulfed the thugs, but it was soon broken by their howls. Who were they to feel fear? Especially when there were 30 to 40 of them! Surely they would be able to kill him, right?

They ran forward anyway, effectively disregarding the words Philip had said.

Philip scoffed and lifted his hand to slash downward, landing a gash on two thugs who were dashing in front!

Wynn stood behind the revolving door as she watched the man with a piandao in one hand. His usually bright eyes were cloudy and hooded with anger!

Unable to calm herself, her chest swarmed with an indescribable feeling.

Her husband was this impressive…

For a moment, Wynn realized she could no longer see through Philip Clarke, a rich man who was also exceptional at fighting!

She would never forget this scene for the rest of her life.

Philip dashed out with a piandao in his hand, leaving a bloodied but clear path in his wake!

Leaning forward like a cheetah in the night, wails and dismembered arms followed wherever he went!

Philip turned himself into a target, a target for the thugs to slash and cut!

He was shifting their attention to him, changing the battleground into somewhere with a better clearing.

clever Wynn not

on a suicide

suicide mission to save

Philip who was drenched

was worried about

was her husband, Mila’s

Philip!

down her face as she bawled.

Kill the man

remaining 20 to 30 men seemed to be running toward Philip

were swarming him like wild

scene common in

to 40 men. It was no easy feat to escape unless

still be fine. However, this was Philip Clarke we were talking about. No one had expected him to rush

Despite being surrounded by several tens of

with no unnecessary movements. He made it look so simple, slashing his piandao again and again. It was

ferocious gang of thugs. In fact, he even dashed

he slashed in smooth streams that sent blood

around, bodies flopped around

the air again, the piandao was raised high before he pierced it into the clavicle

stole the metal rod

Philip had cleared a two-meter radius

their dark red blood as they laid on the ground, the men

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