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!

pain blossoming from his chest, signaling the impending end of

realized that the man standing behind him was nothing short of a demon, as his killer whispered into his

Bathump!

onto

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

across the two men lying in

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

Damn it!

hell was this

in shades finally lost his cool, terror in

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

not even see

a

No, a legend!

of death. He was more afraid than he had

was probably destined for

on earth

as he stood up, gripping

coldly. “Didn’t your master

“Bold words! Now die!”

first, launching himself forward by stomping hard against the ground and dashing toward Philip. The dagger he held

hardened. The man was no pushover,

lifted his leg, slamming his knee into

Crack!

sound of ribs

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