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

other man in the room, he realized this

man who appeared out of nowhere?

not pay attention to Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa.

was just that he would always appear

on the chin. With a crack, four

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

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

such a

in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his

moment, he was terrified. He was scared Philip was going

“Ah!”

to

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

was shaking furiously. At this moment, he finally felt

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

and nose. It was an extremely gory

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

was

the bridge of his nose was broken, and now,

the room was filled with the smell of

the former let out a sigh of

slapped him across his face and he almost passed

was in

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

His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said

Philip’s gaze was devious.