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!”

let out a blood-curdling scream. A

man in the room, he realized this was getting

this man who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

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

just that he would always appear whenever Philip was

in front 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. He then

He had even bit off half of

and taste of blood. He also spat out

was such

also an excruciating pain

terrified. He was scared Philip was going to kill

“Ah!”

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

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

furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the threat

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

from his mouth and nose.

in his mouth. He could not even speak clearly

was bitten off was causing him a

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 pointing

the room was filled with the

gaze, Philip put away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter would not do anything to him

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

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

people are a nest of snakes and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and

pain. Philip

Philip’s gaze was devious.