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.

and made way for them.

petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones

Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let him be the vice triad

said that,

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

away,

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

Clank!

each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed

Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on

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

beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At

shaking. He had lost the

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

His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like

death so up close that it even made him wet

laugh at him? It was the normal reaction to being

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

were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He stammered,

kneel and beg

he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his own

was doing something so dangerous for just two

threatened Philip just now, he