The First Heir

Wynn was wearing a pair of high heels. When she walked to Philip, her heels clicked on the ground like a piano recital. She looked panic-stricken.

She was a woman, after all. The smell of blood was in the air, and there were broken arms scattered all over the floor. Each severed limb was covered in blood. She wanted to vomit, but she held it in.

30 to 40 men were trying to chop someone up in broad daylight. The scene looked like a warzone, and the ground was painted with blood.

If Philip were not here, she could not imagine what would have happened instead.

Philip looked at Wynn who was standing next to him. There was a gentle smile on his face.

Just like that, under everyone’s watchful gaze, Philip reached out an arm and grabbed Wynn’s tiny waist.

Wynn shivered. She looked at Philip in disbelief.

Was Philip still her spineless husband?

When did he have these skills? He looked like an assassin in the movies.

Philip chuckled and grabbed Wynn’s hand. He asked, “Are you ready?”

Wynn furrowed her brows and let out a long exhale. “I’m ready.”

Then, Philip walked out with Wynn while everyone watched.

An unexplainable feeling rose into Wynn’s heart when Philip grabbed her hand. The worries in her heart vanished in an instant.

front of them all backed away and made way for them. None

had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing

saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him

he said that, someone finally

like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on

at his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with

and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

flew across the air and landed on the floor.

knife slashed a thin red line on his neck.

left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife was

and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt

shaking. He

knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if

His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it

at him? It was the normal reaction to being faced with such

up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to

entire body was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from

this God of Death?

doing something so dangerous

to how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly