The First Heir

Chapter 644

“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!

could clearly feel the pain blossoming from his chest, signaling the impending end

nothing short of a demon, as his killer whispered into his ear, “I gave you a

Bathump!

onto the ground in

shades and the woman, both of whom looked stunned. His voice was icy as he said,

across the abandoned car park, across

sitting on the car hood and the woman behind him. His killing intent rolled

Damn it!

hell was

cool, terror in his eyes behind his

but they amounted to nothing when faced with Philip.

did not even see how Philip did

was a

No, a legend!

He was more afraid than

mission this time was probably destined for

on earth are

up, gripping his dagger

master tell you who

“Bold words! Now die!”

against the ground and dashing toward Philip. The dagger he held was nothing more than a flash of light as it came flying

gaze hardened. The man was no pushover, but all

lifted his leg, slamming his knee into the man’s

Crack!

sound of

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