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!

figure in her scope that was growing ever closer gave her the thrill

got to her, the

Rosa, the most lethal rose

her. She

she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had

the concept of running did not exist in

drawing two sharp daggers from her

her on the motorboat. He was less than a hundred meters away from

the yacht

distance could be lethal

instant, Philip leaped into the air and landed on the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this

she was such a

on display in a bar, not

calm look. She could not read anything from his demeanor, but she could see just how interested he was in her by looking into his

Damn him!

already labeled Philip a pervert in

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

light as the sunlight reflected off

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

was going straight

Rosa’s body. Despite himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how

shorts, but with a wave of his hand, there was a flash of silver. A coin flew

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

she swung her blades in the air. There was

the coin back at

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

coldly, “Dead men don’t need

Oh-ho, feisty!

in Philip’s eyes grew harder at her answer. He shook his head and sighed. “You can’t beat me, gorgeous. I think you should just tell me who sent you

Philip did not bother hiding his wild and commanding