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.

terrified thugs in front of them all backed away and made way

God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner

were turning purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop

that, someone

backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the

away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed

forward.

Clank!

flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced

neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began

shaking uncontrollably. His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but

and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt

entire body was shaking. He had

in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his life

eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up

the normal reaction to being

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

His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

now. Why did he cross this God

something so dangerous for just two million

Philip just