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.

away and made way for

God of Death radiating from

at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let him be the vice

said that, someone

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

his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s

forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

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

neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line

His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position,

his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death

body was shaking. He had lost the will

a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would

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

death

him? It was the normal

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

entire body was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He stammered,

wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this

remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really

so dangerous for

how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly