The First Heir

Chapter 494

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.

them all backed away and made way for them. None of them dared to

the air of the God of Death radiating from his

tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces!

that,

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

brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with

forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud and crisp

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

hand was still holding the knife in a

of it were rolling down his face

He had lost the

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

entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment,

was feeling the threat of death

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

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

drenched with his sweat. He did not have

to kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his

doing something so dangerous for

he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking for

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