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.

made way for them. None

air of the God of Death radiating from his

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

said that,

person flew backward like a streamline. With

his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart

forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

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

against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his

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

it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this

body was shaking. He had lost the will to

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

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

the threat of death so up close that it even

the normal reaction to being faced with

scrunched 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

sweat. He did not have

badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging

dangerous for just two

to how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking for