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 had stabbed through his right

man in the room, he realized this was getting

appeared out of nowhere? Why was he

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

would always appear whenever Philip

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

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

of blood. He also

such

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

was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to

“Ah!”

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

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

furiously. At this moment,

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 face. He said shakily, “You… What are

pouring from his mouth and nose. It

pain in his

off was causing him a

two men 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 a pistol pointing at

of the room was filled with the smell of

the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a

he thought wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and

mangled, his 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, and now there’s another Hull

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.