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 blood-curdling scream. A dagger had

man in the room, he realized this

appeared out

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

always appear whenever Philip was

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

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

and taste of blood. He also spat out

was such a

pain in

was terrified. He was scared Philip was going

“Ah!”

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

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

moment,

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 you going to do? You

and nose. It

excruciating pain in his mouth. He could not even speak clearly

that was bitten off was

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

inside of the room was filled with the smell of

terrified gaze, Philip put away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a sigh

across his face and he almost passed

his tongue was in so much pain

are a nest of snakes and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I

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

Philip’s gaze was devious.