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.

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

Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones to

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

that, someone finally

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

were backing away, Mitch’s heart

stood forward. He yelled, “I’m

Clank!

then a broken blade flew across the air and

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

was still holding the knife in a

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

shaking. He had lost the will

a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his life in

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

death so up close that it

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

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

clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing

to kneel and beg for

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

doing something so dangerous for just two

he threatened Philip just

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