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!”

blood-curdling scream. A dagger had stabbed through his

saw the other man in the room, he realized this was

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

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

was just that he would always appear whenever

shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five

out of Anton’s mouth. He had even

metallic smell and taste of blood. He also spat out part of

was such

of blood in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was in so much pain that

was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to kill

“Ah!”

loud scream. Philip yanked Anton up by the hair and slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and blood started oozing out from

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

shaking furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the

was towering over him with an icy expression on his face. He said shakily, “You… What are you going to do? You can’t kill

kept pouring from his mouth and nose. It was an

could feel excruciating pain in his mouth. He could not even

that was bitten off was causing him a lot of

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

inside of the room was filled with

away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a

he thought wrong. Philip slapped him across his

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

and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and now there’s another

the pain. Philip

Philip’s gaze was devious.