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.

and made way for them. None of

Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from

Philip who was approaching him. He

said that,

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

backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed

and stood forward. He

Clank!

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

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

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

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

entire body was shaking. He had lost the will

the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his

sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most difficult

threat of death so up close that it even made him wet his

the normal reaction

think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take

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

badly to kneel and beg for mercy from

extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of

something so dangerous for just two million

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