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.

all backed away and made way for them.

the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner

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

that, someone

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

away,

stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

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

Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red

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

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

shaking. He

in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his

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

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so

normal reaction to being faced with such

can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you

with his sweat. He did

beg

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

was doing something so dangerous for just two million

he threatened Philip just