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 his forehead, Ollie dared not make

away. They did not pay any

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

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

guys abruptly fell to the ground, holding their bloody thighs

over yet. He dashed out, drew the dagger from both of their legs, then rushed into the scattered

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

faint. What skill was this? It

realistic than a

a dozen gangsters fell to the ground. Although the wounds

seemed to be terrified to

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

two men could easily wipe

about it. She

crutches had fallen to

up! Fight with them! There are only three

on crutches was anxious. If they

really frightened

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

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

from the ground hit his face

the muzzle was raised a little higher, Crutches’

man in the suit put his muzzle on Ollie’s forehead again and said coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare to

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

that as long as the man behind nodded,

knees went weak at the thought

just an instant, he lost all

him up like a little chicken. Then, he threw him out. Just like that, he threw a burly man of more than 100

heavily to the ground and rolled

stupefied. Was this

was puzzled about Philip. Who was this

powerful guy be

patted her on the

lesson for Ollie and the thugs. Philip was not

Yvette back

the way, Yvette remained silent,