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!”

blood-curdling scream. A dagger had stabbed

in the room, he realized

who appeared out of

wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s

that he would always appear whenever Philip

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 floor

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

taste of

was such a

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

that moment, he was terrified. He was scared

“Ah!”

his head to

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

was shaking furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the

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

mouth and nose. It was an extremely

pain in

was causing him

the bridge of his nose was broken, and now, there

inside of the room was filled with the smell of

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

his face

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

and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and now there’s another

face. His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly,

Philip’s gaze was devious.