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!

was growing ever closer gave her the thrill of a fight

the stronger her

most lethal rose of

her organization rated her. She had never

tried a few shots, but she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No

did not exist in Rosa’s

bent down, drawing two sharp daggers from her ankles. Her leather outfit perfectly showed

her on the motorboat.

the yacht in

be lethal

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

was such

body like that, she should be on display in

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

Damn him!

Philip a

like ornate antiques. They had illegible runes carved onto them, but anyone could tell at a glance that they were far from ordinary or

gleamed with a chilling light as the sunlight reflected off

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

straight

on Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began

wearing shorts, but with a wave of his hand, there was a flash

deduced that Philip was a master at throwing weapons, so she turned around

swung her blades in

coin back at

light in his eyes. Holding his chin, he

“Dead men don’t

Oh-ho, feisty!

harder at her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t

time, Philip did not bother hiding his wild