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.

backed away and made way for them. None of them dared to touch

Philip had the air of the God of Death

pointed at Philip who was approaching him.

that,

an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the ground. Then, he

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

and stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and

Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red

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

cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like

shaking. He had lost the

woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet

entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at

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

him? It was the normal

can do well in the face of fear.

He did not have the imposing manner he had just

kneel and beg for mercy

remorseful now. Why did he cross this

doing something so dangerous for

Philip just now, he was truly asking for