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 them

had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body.

his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let him be the vice

said that, someone

a blink of an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With

backing away, Mitch’s

and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going to kill

Clank!

a broken blade flew across

placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red

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

down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he

body was shaking. He had

beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet

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 defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most difficult walk in

of death so up close that it even made him

who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction

snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well

entire body was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He

and beg for

he cross this

something so dangerous for just two million

Philip just now,