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.

them all backed away and made

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

pointed at Philip who was approaching him.

said that, someone finally

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

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

lifted his knife and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going to kill

Clank!

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

The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on

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

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

He had lost the will to

and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take

knives. It broke his final line of defense, and

death so up close that it even made him wet his

who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction to being faced

scrunched up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why?

sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he

kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

he cross this God of Death? He

so dangerous for just

how he threatened Philip just