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!

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

got to her, the stronger her lust for combat

the most lethal rose

rated her. She had

few shots, but she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had told her to run if she could not beat him

did not exist in Rosa’s

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

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

yacht in the blink of an

distance could be lethal to an assassin. Anything

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

think she was

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

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

Damn him!

already labeled Philip a

illegible runes carved onto them, but anyone could tell at a glance that they were far

blades gleamed with a chilling light as the sunlight reflected

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

was going straight in for

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

of his hand, there was a flash of silver. A

deduced that Philip was a master at throwing weapons, so she turned around and stepped on the railing, doing a backflip before landing

in mid-air, she swung her blades in the

the coin back

footing and then looked at her with a light in

replied coldly, “Dead men don’t need

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

time, Philip did not bother hiding his wild and commanding