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

saw the other man in the room,

this man who appeared out of nowhere? Why was

attention to Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location. He always came and went

just that he would always appear

of Anton 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.

had even bit off half of

and taste of

was such

excruciating pain in his tongue. He was in

was terrified. He was scared Philip was

“Ah!”

up by the hair and slammed his head to the

picked up Anton’s pistol from the floor. The aura of death

was shaking furiously. At this moment,

who was towering over him with an icy expression on his

pouring from his mouth and

spoke, he could feel excruciating pain in his mouth. He could not

that was bitten off was causing him a lot of

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

room was

put away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter

wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he

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

Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.