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!

them could clearly feel the pain blossoming from

realized that the man standing behind him was nothing short of a demon, as his killer whispered into his ear, “I gave you a chance. It’s your fault for not

Bathump!

men collapsed onto the

man in shades and the woman, both of whom looked

blew across the abandoned car park, across the two

eyes emitted a cold gleam as he looked at the man in shades sitting on the car hood and the woman behind him.

Damn it!

the hell was

cool, terror in his eyes behind his

but they amounted to nothing when faced with Philip. He got

not even see how Philip did

was a fighting

No, a legend!

death. He was more afraid than he had ever been before, his

this time was probably

on earth

in shades asked as he stood up, gripping his

your master tell you

“Bold words! Now die!”

stomping hard against the ground and dashing toward Philip. The dagger he held was nothing more than

no pushover, but all resistance

his body and lifted his leg, slamming his knee

Crack!

was the sound

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