The First Heir

“F*ck! You dare to hit me?”

The tattooed youth clutched at his swollen cheek and glared at Philip while gnashing his teeth.

“Brother, don’t you see that she has a boyfriend? Since you still dare to approach her, who else should I hit if not you?”

Philip crossed his arms and sneered at the tattooed youth.

Nina got a fright from Philip’s fierce retaliation, but a warm current surged in her heart. The look in her eyes as she stared at Philip had also changed. She totally ignored his usage of the word ‘boyfriend’ just now.

The tattooed youth flew into a rage and took out a switchblade from his pants pocket. He glared menacingly at Philip and shouted, “Damn you! I want your life!”

With that said, he rushed over with the switchblade and aimed directly for Philip’s stomach!

The other two bald men also dashed over quickly. Their objective was very simple—to catch Nina. Would the kid not submit to them after that?

The stabbing motion of the switchblade had almost reached the mark, but before it could pierce through the target, it was firmly grabbed by an iron grip before it got any further!

some force

“Argh!”

in so much pain that his face had turned maroon. He

The pain was excruciating!

from the youth were so spine-chilling that a few passersby

the guy’s arm could be broken

the switchblade fell from

aren’t you going to stop? Do you want me to break his other arm?” Philip huffed

to pounce on Nina glanced back at this moment, unconcerned about the safety of their companion at

got their hands

frowned as

would not

another cracking sound could be heard. The arm of the tattooed youth

bones breaking

“Argh, ouch…!”

maroon! The pain in his

In the next second!