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!

blossoming from his chest, signaling

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

Bathump!

onto the

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

abandoned car park, across the two men lying in pools of

he looked at the man in shades sitting on the car hood and the woman behind him. His killing intent rolled off him

Damn it!

hell was this

finally lost his cool, terror in his eyes behind his

they amounted to nothing when faced with Philip. He got rid of them

shades did not even

a fighting

No, a legend!

the meaning of death. He was more afraid than he had ever been before, his hands

was

on earth are

asked as he stood up, gripping his dagger tightly. He was

chuckled coldly. “Didn’t your master tell you who

“Bold words! Now die!”

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

no pushover, but all

lifted his leg, slamming his

Crack!

was the sound of ribs

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