The First Heir

Today, Ollie brought his men to seek justice for him. If they backed down at this time, he would be embarrassed!

Moreover, he believed from the bottom of his heart that the gun in the opponent’s hand was a fake!

How could anyone pull out a real gun in this society?

However, as soon as the guy’s voice fell, a deafening gunshot exploded in his ears!

He watched with his own two eyes as the man shot at him with his gun. In a split second, he wetted his pants!

At his age, he had never heard the sound of a real gunshot, let alone the sound of bullets passing his ears. It was so terrifying!

For a moment, the guy on crutches became weak in his legs and could no longer stand. He staggered and fell to the ground while peeing his pants at the same time!

The guy slumped on the ground and only came back to his senses after a few seconds. He started to shout and wave his arms hysterically!

Realizing that the weapon was real, Ollie could no longer stay calm and quickly shouted, “Run!”

He ran faster than his men and rushed to the driver’s seat of the pickup truck. This guy wanted to leave his men behind and escape by himself!

It was no joke! That gun was real!

It could kill!

If he did not drive away himself, was he going to stay and die along with them?

However, before Ollie could take a few steps, a black shadow flashed before him and he was stopped by the man with the gun!

The man in the suit was Tim’s man, a carefully selected elite who was specifically sent to protect Philip!

Sending him to deal with street punks like Ollie was a waste of his talents!

Ollie felt a blur before his eyes as he saw the man with the gun standing in front of him.

When did he get here?

Was he not standing five or six yards away from him just now?

How did he get here in a blink of an eye?

muzzle pointing at

had just yelled for his men to run away. They did not pay any attention to his situation and

did not notice that their leader was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being

in a black suit flung out the dagger in his hand, and the silver light across his palm drew a beautiful arc. As if eyes grew on the

ground, holding their bloody thighs

yet. He dashed out, drew the dagger from both of their legs, then

was sprawled on the ground, all holding their arms or thighs

if she was about to faint. What skill

was more realistic than a

the ground. Although the wounds were not fatal, they could no longer run

brawny boss was left standing, but he seemed to be terrified

than a minute for the dozen or so gangsters, who had been flaunting a moment ago,

men could

think about

on crutches had fallen to the ground beforehand, he

up! Fight with them! There

that all of Ollie’s men had fallen, the guy on crutches was

guy screamed loudly. He was really frightened by the gunshot just

was the cause of what happened today. If these men could no longer stand up, he would end

man with the gun said impatiently. He raised the gun and pointed the muzzle at Crutches. A bullet zoomed out and hit the concrete floor in front of

from the ground hit his face

higher, Crutches’ head

the man in the suit put his muzzle on Ollie’s forehead again and said coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare to set your sights on Young Master? You’re really not afraid of

at all. He looked at the man in front of him and saw

as the man behind nodded, he would receive a

weak at

lost all

before picking him up like a little chicken. Then,

the ground

was stupefied. Was this

puzzled about Philip. Who

powerful guy be his

thoughts. He patted her on the shoulder lightly and said, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen

for Ollie and the thugs. Philip was not

that, Philip sent Yvette back to

Yvette remained silent, but her