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

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

and pointed at Philip who was

he said that, someone finally

streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the

backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of

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

Clank!

blade flew across

bloody knife slashed a thin red line

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

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

body was shaking. He had lost the will

knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he

Philip’s eyes 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 most difficult walk in

He was feeling the threat of death so up close

him? It was the normal reaction to being faced with such

I don’t think you can do well in the face

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

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God

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

doing something so dangerous for just two

Philip just now,