The First Heir

Philip had not wanted to reveal his identity, but people kept interfering in his personal life lately, so he had no choice but to slowly expose his true self and what he was capable of.

This sudden incident in particular opened his eyes to the fact that he was still not prepared at all for this!

If Wynn was hurt because of him, Philip would never forgive himself!

He was no superman. Right here and now, he could feel that chill crawling through his entire body!

That feeling set him off to no end!

Philip knew that he was feeling fear. He was terrified!

If the assailants got their grubby hands on Wynn in the car, no matter how strong Philip was or how rich his family was, what else could he do to stop them?

Philip was furious. He could not forgive himself, and he definitely could not forgive the mastermind behind this!

With a loud vroom, several bikes swerved into Philip’s way!

Philip’s bike stopped in the middle of the road as he faced off against five men in black uniforms. They kept revving their engines, the air filling with the roars from their bikes!

Philip looked at them coldly, emanating an earth-shattering killing intent!

As he looked at the five people opposite him, he could clearly see the sneer in their eyes through their helmet visors!

ten meters apart. That distance was

their bikes. With a roar, they came zooming toward Philip, pulling long knives out of their belts and swinging them

also abruptly let go of

they swung their blades down at him, Philip

Clang!

body of the

the air. He then swung

and his wheels landing steadily on the ground. He then swung the tail end of the

lead curled his mouth into a sneer when he saw how spectacular Philip’’s moves

Bang!

a bullet shot through the air, headed straight

much time to think, Philip did

orders from his earpiece. He gave Philip a cold look

saw the assassins leave, he did not go back

abandoned car park. At the entrance, he saw some abandoned bikes and

all the way here.

on the hood of an abandoned car in the park, playing with a dagger that gleamed in his hands. When he

looked carefully,

who spoke earlier, the other three men were sitting and standing around. As for the woman, she wore leather shorts and a black spaghetti-strap top, complete with a black leather jacket. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and

of them were

looked around and could gauge their general ability. They were all professional assassins, which made this quite troublesome