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 muzzle pointing at his forehead, Ollie dared

his men to run away. They did not pay any

totally did not notice that their leader was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being held to his head at the

flung out the dagger in his hand, and the silver light across his palm drew

abruptly fell to the ground, holding their bloody thighs

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

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

she was about to faint. What skill was

was more realistic than a Hollywood

to the ground. Although the wounds were

he seemed

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

two men could easily wipe them all

think about it. She

on crutches had fallen to the ground

up! Fight with them! There

guy on crutches was anxious.

He was really frightened by the

men could no longer stand up, he would

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

and the debris ricocheting from the ground hit his face as he

was raised a little higher, Crutches’ head would have exploded

one shot, the man in the suit put his muzzle on Ollie’s forehead again and said coldly with extreme

at all. He looked at the man in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well as

the man behind nodded, he would receive a shot in the

went weak at the thought of

an instant, he lost all support and slumped

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

heavily to the ground

Was this

she was puzzled about Philip. Who

such a powerful guy be his

her on

thugs. Philip was not going to

sent Yvette

silent, but her