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 had stabbed

the room, he realized

appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

the sofa. No one

he would always appear whenever Philip was

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 on the

even bit off half

and taste of blood. He also spat out part of

such

pain in

was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to

“Ah!”

to the wall. Anton’s forehead was

pistol from the floor. The aura of death was heavy around him.

shaking furiously. At this moment,

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

and nose. It was an extremely gory

could feel excruciating pain in

that was bitten off was causing him a lot

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

of the room was filled

Anton’s 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 almost passed out from

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

to me so I destroyed him, and

squatted down and patted Anton’s face. His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess Riverdale is not as simple

Philip’s gaze was devious.