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!

two sides were only ten meters apart. That distance was

the riders revved their bikes. With a roar, they came zooming toward Philip, pulling long knives out

let go of

at him, Philip lifted his front

Clang!

knives clashed with the metal body of

leaping into the air. He then swung a kick to the side,

done, he settled back onto his bike, both his body and his wheels landing steadily

behind him, the man in the lead curled his mouth into a sneer when he saw how spectacular Philip’’s moves were. The attacker

Bang!

the bang of a gun, and a bullet shot through

did a forward

from his earpiece. He gave Philip a cold look and then turned

did not

reached an abandoned car park. At the entrance, he saw

way here. You got balls,

scar down his forehead. He sat on the hood of an abandoned car in the park, playing with a dagger that gleamed

Once he looked carefully, he saw that there were five people,

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 there were two scimitars strapped to her thighs. She was staring at Philip intently,

of them were tough

their general ability. They were all professional assassins, which made this