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

in the

out of

was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location. He always came and

always appear whenever Philip

With a

had even bit off half of his

taste of

such a

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

terrified. He was scared Philip was going to

“Ah!”

loud scream. Philip yanked Anton up by the hair and slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and blood started oozing out from

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

was shaking furiously. At this moment, he

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

and

pain in his mouth.

bitten off was causing him a

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

the room was filled with

made the former let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter would not

he thought wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he

tongue was in so much pain after this slap. The pain shot deep inside

Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and now there’s another Hull Clan that

His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess Riverdale is not

Philip’s gaze was devious.