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 his right

he saw the other man in the room, he realized

man who appeared out of nowhere?

sofa. No one truly knew

would always

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

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

taste of blood. He also

was such

pain in his tongue. He was in so much pain

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

“Ah!”

slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and

The aura of death was heavy around him. He aimed the muzzle against

was shaking furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the

looked at Philip who was towering over him with an icy expression on his face. He said shakily, “You… What

kept pouring from his mouth and nose. It was an extremely gory

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

off was causing him a lot

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

was filled with the

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

him across his face and he almost

mangled, his tongue was in so much pain

Harris refused to listen to me so

squatted down and patted Anton’s face. His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess

Philip’s gaze was devious.