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 this

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

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

that,

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

brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with

forward. He yelled,

Clank!

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

his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began

holding the knife in a chopping position,

of it were rolling down his face like

shaking. He had lost

woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet

entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line

feeling the threat of death so

the normal reaction to being

up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take

did not have the imposing manner he

beg for mercy from this God

he cross this God of Death? He

something so dangerous for just

how he threatened Philip