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.

terrified thugs in front of them all backed away and made way for them. None of

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

purple from being 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

said that,

backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward

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

stood forward. He yelled, “I’m

Clank!

contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across

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

shaking uncontrollably. His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife

down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death

was shaking. He

knife against Mitch’s neck,

It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most difficult walk

threat of death so up close that it even made

was the normal

do well in the face of fear. Why? Do

limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had

wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this

now. Why did he cross this God of Death? He was

dangerous for just two million

thought back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was