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!”

blood-curdling scream. A dagger had stabbed through his

the other man in the room, he realized this

appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location. He always came and went as he

he would always appear whenever Philip

his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five teeth flew out

even bit

of

such a debilitating

was also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was in so

was terrified. He was

“Ah!”

by the hair and slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and blood started oozing out from the

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

moment, he finally felt the

him with an icy expression on his

and nose. It was an

excruciating pain in

that was bitten off was causing him

one fell unconscious after the bridge of his nose was broken, and now, there was one more with a

was filled

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

wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he

was in so much pain after this slap. The pain

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

from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess Riverdale is

Philip’s gaze was devious.