The First Heir

“You’ll fulfill our wishes? Haha, you better get a good look around you. We’re the ones who will take your life!”

The two men drew guns from their belts and looked at Philip sardonically.

If their client had not demanded they take him back alive, Philip would be dead by now!

Philip looked at them coldly and then turned his gaze toward the man with the shades.

“Don’t waste your breath on him. Break his limbs and send him to the rendezvous spot. Just get the money and scram, we can’t be late for our next appointment!”

“Alright, allow me!”

The two assassins exchanged a look and aimed their guns at Philip’s hands and feet!

However, the second they were about to pull the trigger, they were stunned to see that Philip had vanished from the spot!

The very next moment, they felt a wave of killing intent wash over them from behind. It was several times more intense than their own!

They were all survivors from the battlefield who had seen more than their fair share of life and death!

Even so, both of them were now shaking from head to toe. That killing intent felt almost solid, like an actual blade piercing through their chests!

By the time they looked down at their chests, both of them saw a sharp dagger piercing through their body from behind!

It hurt!

It hurt so much, as though they were being torn apart!

of them could clearly feel the pain blossoming from his

nothing short of a demon, as his killer whispered into his ear, “I gave you a chance. It’s your fault

Bathump!

collapsed onto the

of them, his gaze dark and cold as he glared at the man in shades and the woman, both of whom looked stunned. His voice was icy as he said, “I’ll give you two one last chance. Either

across the abandoned car park, across

gleam as he looked at the man in shades sitting on the

Damn it!

hell was

finally lost his cool, terror

been some of the better killers in their organization, but they amounted to nothing when faced with Philip. He got rid of

did not

a

No, a legend!

the meaning of death. He was more afraid than he

mission this time was probably

earth are

shades asked as he stood up, gripping his dagger

“Didn’t your master tell you

“Bold words! Now die!”

at him first, launching himself forward by stomping hard against the ground and dashing toward Philip. The dagger he held was nothing more than a flash of light as it came flying

hardened. The man was no pushover, but all resistance

tilted his body and lifted his leg, slamming his

Crack!

the sound of