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.

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

Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body.

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

he said that,

With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the ground.

brothers who were backing away,

lifted his knife and stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

knives making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud and crisp

his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping

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

and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At

He had lost the will to

woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his

sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the

was trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even made him wet his

normal reaction to being faced with such

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

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

wanted so badly to kneel and beg

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

something so dangerous for just two million

Philip just now, he was truly