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.

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

were petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death

so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip

said that, someone

that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud,

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

knife and stood forward. He

Clank!

each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud

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 the

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

drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his

was shaking. He had

against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his life in

cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he

feeling the threat of death so up close that it

was the normal reaction to being faced

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

drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he

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

did he cross this God of Death? He

dangerous

he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking for