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.

made

Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones to

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

he said that, someone

a streamline. With a thud,

who were backing away, Mitch’s

forward. He yelled,

Clank!

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

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

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 this moment,

body was shaking. He

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

were like sharp knives. It broke his final

the threat of death so up close

him? It was the normal reaction to being

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

His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He stammered, “No… I

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy

this God of Death? He

something so dangerous for just two

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