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 unlike any

closer Philip got to her, the stronger

most lethal rose

how her organization rated her. She had never once

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 before she

the concept of running did

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

up, Philip was already coming at her on the motorboat. He

yacht in the blink

be lethal to an assassin. Anything could

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

think she was

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

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

Damn him!

had already labeled Philip a pervert

ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them, but anyone

gleamed with a chilling light as

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

going straight in for

eyes trained on Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden

wave of his hand, there was a flash of

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

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

coin

with a light in his eyes. Holding his chin, he asked, “Who

“Dead men don’t need to

Oh-ho, feisty!

his head and sighed. “You can’t beat me, gorgeous. I think you should

not bother hiding