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!”

scream. A dagger had

he saw the other man in the room, he

who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

red wine on the sofa. No one

was just that he would always appear whenever Philip

of his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five teeth flew

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

of

was such

an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was in so much

was terrified. He was scared Philip was

“Ah!”

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

of death

furiously. At this moment, he

like a 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

his mouth and nose. It was an

he could feel excruciating pain in his mouth. He

off was

his two men were suffering badly. One broke several ribs from one kick, one fell unconscious after the bridge of his nose was broken, and now, there was one more with a pistol

was filled with the

the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a sigh of relief. He

him across his face and he almost passed

inside of his mouth was badly mangled, his tongue was in so much pain after this slap.

Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and now

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.