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.

of them all backed away and made way for them. None of them dared to touch

petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His

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 triad

he said that, someone

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

were backing away, Mitch’s

his knife and stood forward. He

Clank!

then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud and crisp

knife slashed a thin red line on

knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife

beads of it were rolling down his face like

He had lost the will to

drenched in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s

into Philip’s eyes briefly and he could feel his entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final

trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death

him? It was the normal reaction to

can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want

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

to kneel and beg

this God of Death? He

dangerous

he threatened Philip just now, he was