The First Heir

He looked at Philip and smiled sinisterly. He widened his eyes and said, “Aren’t you so strong? Try again! I want to see if you’re faster than my pistol!”

He was not scared anymore. Now that he had a pistol, he believed that Philip would not be faster than his bullet.

Did he think he was John Wick?

He had to kill Philip today! If not, he would cause them endless calamities.

Anton had been doing this for so many years, so he had a quick brain. At that moment, he understood completely. He laughed sinisterly, then pulled the trigger.

Woosh!

Someone jumped in from the window. With a lift of his right arm, a silver glint flashed across the air.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot!

In a blink of an eye, Anton felt excruciating pain in his wrist.

Then, the pain spread all over his body.

Clank!

Under immense pain, both of his hands lost their strength and the pistol fell on the ground.

Philip stood there unharmed. The shot missed him and landed on the wall behind Philip. There was a bullet hole in the wall.

“Ah!”

a blood-curdling scream. A dagger had stabbed through his

saw the other man in the room, he realized

who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he so

the red wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location.

would always

Then, the tip of his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five teeth flew out from Anton’s

out of Anton’s mouth. He had even bit off half

invaded by the metallic smell and taste of blood. He also

was such

also an excruciating pain in his

he was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to

“Ah!”

Anton up by the hair and slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and blood

death was heavy around

was shaking furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the

waterfall. His eyes were widened as he looked at Philip who was towering over him with an icy expression on his face. He said shakily, “You… What are you going to do?

kept pouring from his mouth and nose. It was an

he could feel excruciating pain in his mouth. He

off was causing him a lot of

ribs from one kick, one fell unconscious after the bridge of his nose was broken, and now, there was one more with a pistol pointing at

the room was filled with the smell of

let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the

wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and

mouth was badly mangled, his tongue was in

rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and

and patted Anton’s face. His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess Riverdale is not

Philip’s gaze was devious.