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.

backed away and made way for them. None

of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner

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

said that, someone

that person flew backward like a streamline. With

at his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of

forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

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

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

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

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

was shaking. He had lost the

of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was

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

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so

was the normal reaction

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

limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from

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

so dangerous for just two million

back to how he threatened Philip