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!

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

her, the stronger her

Rosa, the most

was how her organization rated her. She had

that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had told

of running did not exist in Rosa’s

rifle and bent down, drawing two sharp daggers from her

coming at her on

into the yacht in

be lethal to an assassin.

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

she was such

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

look. She could not read anything from his demeanor, but she could see just how interested he was in her by

Damn him!

already labeled Philip a

looked like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto

gleamed with a chilling light as the sunlight reflected off them in pure-white

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

straight in for the

trained on Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary,

wave of his hand, there was a

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

her blades in the air. There

coin

looked at her with a light in his eyes. Holding his chin,

men don’t need to

Oh-ho, feisty!

Philip’s eyes grew harder at her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t beat

Philip did not bother