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.

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

Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner

being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to

said that, someone finally

like a streamline. With a thud,

away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of

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

Clank!

broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor.

slashed a

knife in a chopping position, but the blade

were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that

entire body was shaking. He

drenched in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against

eyes briefly and he 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

of death so up

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

do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you

did not have the imposing

to kneel and beg

this

was doing something so dangerous for just two million

back to how he threatened Philip just now, he