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.

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

of the God of Death radiating from his body.

turning 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 him be

that, someone

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

were backing away, Mitch’s heart was

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

Clank!

resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air

Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin

was still holding the knife in a

and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death

body was shaking. He had lost the will

of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was

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

death so up close that it even made him wet his

normal reaction to being faced with such

can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take my

already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He

beg for mercy from

was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this

doing something so dangerous for just two million

how he threatened Philip