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!

her scope that was growing ever closer gave her the thrill

the stronger her lust for

most lethal rose

rated her. She had never once failed

man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a

running did not exist

drawing two sharp daggers from her ankles. Her leather

her on the

into the yacht in the blink

could be lethal to an

the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with

was

body like that, she should be on display in a bar,

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

Damn him!

had already labeled Philip

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

a chilling light as the sunlight

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

straight

eyes trained on Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary, quite

with a wave of his hand, there was a flash

that Philip was a master at throwing weapons, so she

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

the coin back

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

coldly, “Dead men

Oh-ho, feisty!

her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t beat me, gorgeous. I think you should just tell me who sent

not bother hiding his wild and