The First Heir

He then turned around and looked at the distant lake surface, his expression turning dark. He curled the corners of his lips into a cold smile and then kicked off against the ground, dashing toward the lake.

Everyone thought he was useless trash.

What they did not know was that he was rich, powerful, and also an inhuman fighter!

Although he was not as good as Rick, he was much better than most normal people and even some trained assassins!

After all, Reed’s demonic training was no child’s play. It was practically a suicidal regiment!

On the surface of the lake, the female assassin codenamed Rosa was also observing Philip at the same time. When she saw that he was rapidly running toward her, she was quite startled!

Was he even still human?

Not only did he run at breakneck speeds, he even ran in a Z-shaped trajectory, making him impossible to aim at!

Bang bang!

Rosa pulled the trigger several times in a row, but the bullets just missed him!

Or rather, he deftly managed to dodge all of them!

Philip ran like the wind and hijacked a motorboat that was heading out into the water. He steered the boat toward the yacht on the lake!

The yacht just stayed on the surface of the lake quietly, as though waiting for Philip!

He was only wearing a pair of shorts. He did not have any time to change at all, and he was not armed either!

The motorboat sailed across the water, spraying water as it went. It was like a sharp white knife cutting through the silent lake, heading straight for the enemy’s heart.

Rosa, the woman clad in leather, raised her sniper rifle and aimed it at the motorboat that was rapidly approaching her!

figure in her scope that was growing ever closer gave her the thrill of

to her, the

the most lethal rose

how her organization rated her. She

few shots, but she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had told her to

of running did not exist in Rosa’s

aside her rifle and bent down, drawing two sharp daggers from her ankles. Her leather outfit

already coming at her on the motorboat. He

crash into the yacht in the

could be lethal to an assassin. Anything could

landed on the deck,

was

in a bar, not

his demeanor, but she could see

Damn him!

Philip a pervert

both of which looked like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them, but anyone could tell at a glance that they were far from ordinary

light as the sunlight reflected off them in pure-white

low and rushed at Philip, like a panther pouncing at its prey. She stabbed

straight in for

eyes trained on Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began

hand, there was a flash of silver. A coin flew straight

that Philip was a master at throwing weapons, so she turned around and stepped on the railing, doing a backflip before landing firmly

flipped in mid-air, she swung her blades

hit the coin

then looked at her with a light in his eyes. Holding his chin, he asked, “Who

coldly, “Dead men

Oh-ho, feisty!

in Philip’s eyes grew harder at her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t beat me, gorgeous. I think you should just tell me

bother hiding his