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!

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

to her, the stronger her lust for

most lethal

her. She

knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old

the concept of running did not exist

and bent down, drawing two sharp daggers from her

up, Philip was already coming at her on

might crash into the yacht in

distance could be lethal to an assassin. Anything could

air and landed on the deck, sneering coldly.

was such

should be on display in a

but

Damn him!

Philip a pervert in

two daggers, both of which looked like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them, but anyone

a chilling light as the sunlight reflected off them

at its prey. She stabbed her daggers at Philip’s chest and throat

was going straight in for the

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

shorts, but with a wave of his hand, there was a flash of silver. A coin flew straight toward

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

swung her

hit the coin back at

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

replied coldly, “Dead men don’t need

Oh-ho, feisty!

ice 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 who sent you here, like a good

Philip did not bother hiding his wild and