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 of a fight unlike any

her, the stronger her

Rosa, the most lethal rose of

rated her. She had never

hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had told her

of running did not exist

and bent down, drawing two sharp daggers from her

already coming at her on

motorboat might crash into the yacht

lethal to an assassin. Anything could

instant, Philip leaped into the air and landed on the deck, sneering coldly. Faced with this fully-armed woman, he boldly admired

she was such

be on display in a bar, not

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

Damn him!

already labeled Philip a pervert

They had illegible runes carved

as the sunlight reflected off them

at Philip, like a panther pouncing at its prey.

straight in for

himself, he began to sing, “Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

wave of his hand, there was a flash of silver. A coin

she turned around and stepped on the railing, doing a backflip before landing

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

coin back at

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

“Dead men don’t

Oh-ho, feisty!

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

Philip did not bother hiding his wild