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 dagger

man in the room, he realized this

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

Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one

that he would always appear whenever Philip

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 spat them out

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

smell and taste of blood. He also

such

also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was

was terrified. He was scared

“Ah!”

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

aura of death was heavy around

furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the threat

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 kill me.

kept pouring from his mouth and nose. It

excruciating pain in his mouth. He could not even

tongue that was bitten off was causing him

fell unconscious after the bridge of his nose was broken, and

the room was filled with the smell of

let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter would not

him across his face and

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

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

Anton’s face. His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess Riverdale is

Philip’s gaze was devious.