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

other man in the room, he

man who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

wine on the sofa. No

he would always appear whenever

and lifted his leg. Then, the tip of his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five teeth flew out from Anton’s mouth. He then spat them out on the floor

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

by the metallic smell and taste of

such a debilitating

tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was

he was terrified. He was

“Ah!”

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

Anton’s pistol from the floor. The aura of death was heavy around him. He aimed the muzzle

moment, he finally felt the threat

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… What are you going to do? You can’t

mouth and nose. It was

he could feel excruciating pain in his

was causing him a lot of

after the bridge

was filled with the smell of

gaze, Philip put away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a

thought wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he almost passed out from the

of his mouth was badly mangled, his tongue was in so

to

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.