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!

scope that was growing ever closer gave her the thrill of

the stronger her lust for combat

Rosa, the most lethal rose of

her organization rated her.

facing a difficult

concept of running did

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

on the motorboat. He was less than a hundred

the yacht in the

a distance could be lethal to an assassin. Anything

deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this fully-armed

she was such

should be on display in a bar, not out here

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

Damn him!

already labeled Philip a

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

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

straight in for

Despite himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your

hand, there was a flash of silver. A coin

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

swung her blades

coin back

at her with a light in his eyes. Holding his chin, he

coldly, “Dead men don’t need to

Oh-ho, feisty!

Philip’s eyes grew harder at her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t beat me,

not bother hiding