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!

was growing ever closer gave her the thrill

to her, the stronger her lust

Rosa, the most lethal

her. She had

hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master

the concept of running did not exist in

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

next looked up, Philip was already coming at her on the motorboat. He was less than a

the yacht in the blink of an

be lethal to

on the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this

think she was such a killer

in a bar,

She could not read anything from his demeanor, but she could see

Damn him!

already labeled Philip

antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them, but

gleamed with a chilling light as the sunlight reflected

rushed at Philip, like a panther pouncing at its prey. She stabbed her daggers

going straight

himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your

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

a master at throwing weapons, so she turned around

she flipped in mid-air, she swung her

coin

and then looked at her with a light

coldly, “Dead men don’t need

Oh-ho, feisty!

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

bother hiding his wild and commanding