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

man in the room, he realized this

was this man who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location. He always came and

was just that he would always appear

a crack, four to five teeth flew out from Anton’s mouth. He then spat them out on the floor

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

was invaded by the metallic smell and taste of blood. He also spat out part of his

such a debilitating

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

that moment, 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 started oozing

the floor. The aura of death was heavy around him. He aimed the muzzle

this moment,

started rolling down his body 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…

pouring from his mouth and nose. It was an extremely

in his mouth. He could

bitten off was causing him a

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

out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter would not

wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he

was badly mangled, his tongue was in so much pain after this slap. The pain shot deep inside his

of snakes and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I

was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly,

Philip’s gaze was devious.