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!

growing ever closer gave her the thrill of a fight unlike any

got to her, the

Rosa, the most lethal rose of

was how her organization rated her. She had never once

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

concept of running did not exist

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

on the motorboat. He was less than a hundred meters

the yacht in the blink of an

distance could be lethal to an assassin. Anything could

landed on the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this fully-armed woman, he

she was

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

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

Damn him!

Philip a pervert in

daggers, both of which looked like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them,

chilling light as the sunlight

panther pouncing at its prey. She stabbed her daggers at Philip’s chest

was going straight

Despite himself, he began to

but with a wave of his hand, there was a

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

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

hit the coin

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

men don’t

Oh-ho, feisty!

“You can’t beat me, gorgeous. I think you should just tell me

bother hiding his wild