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!”

let out a blood-curdling scream. A dagger

other man in the room,

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

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

he would always appear whenever Philip was

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

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

taste of blood. He also

was such a

his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in

he was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to kill

“Ah!”

up by the hair and slammed his head to the

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

this moment, he

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

pouring from his mouth and

feel excruciating pain in his mouth. He

tongue that was 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

was filled

put away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter would not do anything to

thought wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he

mangled, his tongue was in so much pain

to me so I destroyed him, and now there’s another Hull Clan that came out of

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.