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

were petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from

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

he said that, someone finally

person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell

were backing away, Mitch’s heart was

lifted his knife and stood forward.

Clank!

then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud

it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from the tip of the

holding the knife in a chopping position,

rolling down his face

shaking. He had lost the will

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

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

feeling the threat of death

It was the normal reaction to being faced with

I don’t think you can do well

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

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy

this God

doing something so dangerous for

threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking