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 chest, signaling the impending

the man standing behind him was nothing short of a demon, as his killer whispered into his ear, “I gave

Bathump!

collapsed onto

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 tell me the mastermind, or you’ll join them

blew across the abandoned car park, across the two men lying

eyes emitted a cold gleam as he looked at the man in shades sitting on the car hood

Damn it!

hell was this

lost his cool, terror in his eyes

but they amounted to nothing when

shades did not even see

was a

No, a legend!

of death. He was more afraid than

this time was probably

on earth are

as he stood up, gripping his dagger tightly.

“Didn’t your master tell

“Bold words! Now die!”

first, launching himself forward by stomping hard against the ground and dashing toward Philip. The dagger he held was nothing more

hardened. The man was no pushover, but all resistance was

leg, slamming his knee into the

Crack!

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