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.

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

Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones to

Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let him

that, someone

person flew backward like a streamline. With a

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

lifted his knife and stood forward. He

Clank!

resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It

knife slashed a

the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife was already

it were rolling down his face like a waterfall.

was shaking. He

drenched in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his

could feel his entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most difficult walk in

of death so up close that

at him? It was the normal reaction

“Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do

was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have

and beg for mercy from

did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his own

was doing something so dangerous

he threatened Philip just now, he