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?

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

yelled for his men to run away. They did not pay

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

palm drew a beautiful arc. As if eyes grew

to the ground, holding their bloody thighs and howling

was not over yet. He dashed out, drew the dagger from both of

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

faint. What skill was

was more realistic than a

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

he seemed to be terrified to the extreme. His legs

these two people were too terrifying. It took less than a minute for the dozen or so gangsters, who had been flaunting a moment ago,

could

dared not think about

guy on crutches had fallen to the ground beforehand, he

Stand up! Fight with them! There are

the guy on crutches was anxious. If

screamed loudly. He was really frightened by the gunshot

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

much!” the man with the gun said impatiently. He raised the gun and pointed the muzzle at Crutches. A bullet zoomed out and

bullet and the debris ricocheting from the ground

was raised a little higher, Crutches’

his muzzle on Ollie’s forehead again and said coldly

not move at all. He looked at the man in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well as strong killing intent in

that as long as the man behind nodded,

knees went weak at the thought of

he lost all support and slumped

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

ground and rolled

was stupefied. Was

about Philip. Who was

would such a powerful guy be his

to see through Yvette’s thoughts. He patted her on the

Ollie and the thugs. Philip was not going to let

Yvette back to

remained silent, but her face