The First Heir

Chapter 569

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

other man in the room,

who appeared out of nowhere? Why

did not pay attention to Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one

that he would always appear

his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a

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

taste of blood. He also spat out

such

taste of blood in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was

was terrified. He was scared Philip was going

“Ah!”

to the wall. Anton’s forehead was

the floor. The aura of death was heavy around him. He

moment, he

started rolling down 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

mouth and

excruciating pain in his mouth. He

bitten off was

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

room was filled with

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

slapped him across his face and he almost passed out from

tongue was in so much pain after this slap. The pain shot deep inside his

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

face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I

Philip’s gaze was devious.

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