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

of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones to

clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip

that, someone

in a blink of an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on

at his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart

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

Clank!

flew across

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

was still holding the knife in a chopping position,

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

shaking. He had lost the will

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

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

was trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death so

at him? It was the normal reaction to being faced

you can do well in the

his sweat. He did not have the

and beg for mercy from

was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this

was doing something so dangerous for just two

threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking