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 for them. None

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

that, someone

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

who were backing away, Mitch’s heart

stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

flew across the air and landed on the floor.

his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping

in a chopping position,

cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a

was shaking. He had lost the will

man was drenched in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face

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

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even made him wet his

the normal reaction to being faced with such a powerful

snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face

limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He stammered, “No…

badly to kneel and beg for

Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really

dangerous for just two

Philip just now, he was truly