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!”

scream. A dagger

man in the room, he realized this

who appeared out

attention to Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one truly

he would always appear whenever Philip was in

of 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

He had even bit off half of his tongue

and taste of blood. He

such

in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his tongue.

was scared Philip

“Ah!”

hair and slammed his head to

from the floor. The aura of death

moment, he finally felt the threat

looked at Philip who was towering over him with an icy expression on

kept pouring from his mouth and nose. It was an extremely gory

spoke, he could feel excruciating pain in his

that was bitten off was causing him a

men were suffering badly. One broke several ribs from one kick, one fell unconscious after the bridge of his

the room was filled with the

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

Philip slapped him across his face and he almost passed out

badly mangled, his tongue was in so much pain after this slap. The

nest of snakes and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.