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?

hole of the muzzle pointing at his forehead, Ollie dared not

to run away. They

their leader was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being held to his

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

ground,

dagger from both of their legs,

the ground, all holding their arms or

about to faint. What skill was this? It was so

more realistic

than a dozen gangsters fell to the ground. Although the wounds were not fatal, they

was left standing, but he seemed to be terrified

minute for the dozen or so gangsters,

these two men could easily wipe

about it.

had fallen to the ground

with them! There are only three of

of Ollie’s men had fallen, the guy on crutches was anxious. If they collapsed, he

loudly. He was really frightened by

men could no longer stand up, he

gun and pointed the muzzle

the ground hit his face as he

little higher,

coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare

in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well as

seemed that as long as the man behind nodded, he would receive a

at the

an instant, he lost all support and

and grabbed him by the collar before picking him up like a little chicken. Then, he threw him out. Just like

ground and rolled in

Was this human

she was puzzled about Philip. Who

a powerful

to see through Yvette’s thoughts. He patted her on the shoulder lightly and said,

a small lesson for Ollie and the thugs. Philip was not going to let the

Philip sent Yvette back to her

Yvette remained silent, but her