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.

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

God of Death radiating from his

clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let

he said that, someone

that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud,

backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with

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

Clank!

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

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

still holding the knife in a chopping

sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death was approaching

entire body was shaking. He had lost the

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

going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he

of death so

normal reaction to being faced

Mitch, I don’t think you can do well

his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had

kneel and beg for mercy from this

remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of

something so dangerous for just two million

to how he threatened Philip