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.

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

and pointed at Philip who was approaching him.

he said that, someone

like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the ground. Then, he was

were backing away,

knife and stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

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

in his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed

His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade

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

was shaking. He had lost the will

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

of death so

who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction to

you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still

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

to kneel and beg for mercy from

he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his

so dangerous for just

thought back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking for