The First Heir

Countless thoughts flashed through Cynthia’s mind and she became despondent.

“Since no one dares to step out, all of you can stay!”

As Philip said this, he stepped forward and his aura exploded!

The few people could not move under the pressure of Philip’s aura, but they were unwilling to sit still and wait for death!

“Guys, he’s alone, let’s just do it!”

One of the guys shouted and rushed out immediately!

However, before he finished his words, Philip had already turned around. With a forceful kick, the man flew out!

The man flew several meters away and fell heavily on the sidewalk garden, landing face-first in the dirt!

The terrifying power displayed by Philip made them despair. After his lightning-fast kick, everyone was stunned on the spot and took a deep breath!

It was horrifying!

Could someone actually produce a kick like this?

Was he Bruce Lee reborn?

This group of gangsters was so scared that they almost forgot what they needed to do at that moment. They simply stood still in a silly daze with their jaws dropped open in astonishment!

Philip’s movements were so fast that it went beyond their scope of knowledge!

exciting than the

so scared that she covered her mouth with

she saw Philip fighting, she was still shocked by

last time, she already knew that Philip was not as simple as he appeared to be on the surface. This time, she had absolutely confirmed her

you should slap each other. Use all your strength and slap the other

of threat that they could not

dared to speak rudely to Cynthia, so they deserved a

must know the

are? You just know a few kung

yelled at Philip, but

Smack!

sound of

directly slapped to the ground by Philip. He clutched the half of his cheek that was already swollen and spat out

have a

the guys stood there silently, their heads

for Philip to slay the

law enforcement officers arrived and dragged their incapacitated bodies into the police

upstairs before Philip bade her goodnight. He hummed

time, the atmosphere at First Palace was a

tailored suit by Brioni Vanquish II with a Rolex watch worth millions on his

munched on grapes, his gaze sharp and piercing. His hair was styled in a center parting. His whole body, even his pores, exuded the demeanor of an arrogant and domineering

is far worse than the Chardonnay white

youth spat it out and looked

sofa, eight men in suits stood there. All

the sofa across