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!

closer gave her the thrill of a fight

Philip got to her, the stronger her lust for

the most lethal

her organization rated her. She had never

now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder

running did not

aside her rifle and bent down, drawing two sharp daggers

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

into the yacht

distance could be lethal to an assassin. Anything could

the air and landed on the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this

was

on display in a bar, not out here trying

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

Damn him!

labeled Philip a pervert

gripped her two daggers, both of which looked like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them, but anyone could tell at a glance that they were far from ordinary or

with a chilling light as the sunlight

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

was going straight

continued to look calm, his eyes trained on Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began to sing,

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

a master at throwing weapons, so she turned around and stepped on the railing,

mid-air, she swung her blades in the air. There

the coin back

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

replied coldly, “Dead men

Oh-ho, feisty!

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

did not bother hiding his