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

to her, the stronger

Rosa, the most lethal rose of

organization rated her. She had

she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder

concept of running did not exist in Rosa’s

daggers from her

at her on

crash into the yacht in the blink of an

a distance could be lethal to an

deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this fully-armed woman, he boldly admired her commendable

think she was such a

like that, she should be on display in a bar, not out here trying to

his demeanor, but she could see just how interested he was in her by looking into his bright

Damn him!

had already labeled Philip a pervert

gripped her two daggers, both of which looked like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto

a chilling light as the sunlight reflected off

Philip, like a panther pouncing at its prey. She stabbed her daggers at Philip’s chest and throat

was going straight in for the

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

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

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

mid-air, she swung her blades

hit the coin

footing and then looked at her with a light in

coldly, “Dead men don’t need to

Oh-ho, feisty!

at her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t beat me,

did not bother