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!

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

her, the stronger her lust for

most

her organization rated her.

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

running did not exist in Rosa’s

sharp daggers from her ankles. Her leather outfit perfectly showed off her S-shaped

already coming at her on the motorboat. He

yacht

distance could be lethal to an assassin. Anything

Philip leaped into the air and landed on the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this fully-armed woman, he boldly admired her commendable

she was such

body like that, she should be on display in a

calm look. She could not read anything from his demeanor, but she could see just how

Damn him!

labeled Philip a pervert in her

carved

blades gleamed with a chilling light as the sunlight reflected

a panther pouncing at its prey. She stabbed her daggers

going straight in for the

Despite himself, he began

wave of his hand, there was

she turned around and stepped on the railing, doing a backflip before

mid-air, she swung her blades

coin back

at her with a light in

coldly, “Dead men don’t need

Oh-ho, feisty!

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

time, Philip did not bother hiding his wild and commanding