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.

thugs in front of them all backed away and made way for

were petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death

purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him.

that, someone

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

brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart

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

Clank!

sound of knives making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the

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

His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping

was drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he

shaking. He had lost the will to

hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck,

sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment,

feeling the threat of death so up close that it even

was the normal reaction to being

“Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take

drenched with his sweat. He did not have

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this

remorseful now. Why did he cross this God

was doing something so dangerous for

he threatened Philip just now, he was