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.

thugs in front of them all backed away and made way

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

and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop

he said that, someone

a blink of an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and

away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with

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

Clank!

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

slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from

in a

drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death

was shaking. He had lost the will

the beautiful woman. He had a knife against

His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final

death so up close that

normal reaction to being faced

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

He did not have the imposing manner he

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God

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

doing something so dangerous

he threatened Philip just now, he was