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. None of them dared to

of Death radiating from his body. His

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

that, someone

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

were backing away,

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

Clank!

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

placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from the tip

still holding the knife in a chopping position,

were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment,

was shaking. He had lost the will

had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his

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

trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even made him wet

the normal reaction to being faced with such

up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do

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

to kneel and beg for mercy

cross this God of Death? He

dangerous for

back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking