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?

pointing at his forehead, Ollie

to run away. They did not pay any attention to

that their leader was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being

dagger in his hand, and the silver light across his palm drew a beautiful arc. As

ground, holding their bloody thighs and

not over yet. He dashed out, drew the dagger from both of their legs, then rushed

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

if she was about to faint. What skill was this? It

more realistic

less than a minute, more than a dozen gangsters fell to the ground. Although the wounds were not

was left standing, but he seemed to be terrified to the extreme. His legs trembled

terrifying. It took less than a minute for the dozen or so gangsters, who had been flaunting a

could easily wipe them all

think about it. She was

had fallen to the ground beforehand,

Fight with them! There

fallen, the guy on crutches was anxious. If they collapsed, he

loudly. He was really frightened

men could no longer stand up, he would end up in the worst

gun and pointed the muzzle at Crutches. A bullet zoomed out and hit the concrete floor in

ricocheting from the ground hit his face

the muzzle was raised a little higher, Crutches’ head would have

again and said coldly with extreme

in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well as strong killing intent in his

as long as the man behind nodded, he would receive a shot

knees went weak at the thought of

lost all support and

him up like a little chicken. Then, he threw him out. Just like that,

fell heavily to the ground

Was this human

was puzzled about Philip. Who was this

would such a powerful

to see through Yvette’s thoughts. He patted her on the shoulder lightly and said, “Don’t worry. Nothing will

for Ollie and the thugs. Philip was not going

sent Yvette back

silent, but her face full