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!

sides were only ten meters apart.

bikes. With a roar, they came zooming toward Philip, pulling long knives

of the brakes, flying at the two riders

at him, Philip lifted

Clang!

clashed with the metal body of the bike, sending

swung a kick to the side, sending the rider

wheels landing steadily on the ground. He then swung the tail end of the bike around

his mouth into a sneer when he saw how spectacular Philip’’s moves were. The

Bang!

gun, and a bullet shot through the air,

did

man was about to shoot again when he received his next orders from his earpiece. He gave Philip a cold look and then turned his bike around, leaving

no fool. When he saw the assassins leave, he did not go back itching for a fight either. He

car park. At the entrance, he saw

way here.

tracksuit and black shades, with a very deep scar down his forehead. He sat on the hood of an abandoned car in the park,

he looked carefully, he saw that there were five people, four men 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 there were two scimitars

them were tough

and could gauge their general ability. They were all professional assassins, which made