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,

to run away. They did not pay

tracks and a

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

two guys abruptly fell to the ground, holding their bloody thighs

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

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

faint. What skill was this? It

was more realistic

fell to the ground. Although the wounds were not fatal, they

standing, but he seemed to be terrified to the

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

these two men could easily wipe them

about

crutches had fallen to the ground

them! There

guy on crutches was

loudly. He was really frightened

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

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

the ground hit his face as he

little higher, Crutches’

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

looked at the man in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well as strong killing intent in

behind nodded,

knees went weak at the thought of

all support and slumped on the

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

the ground and

Was this

she was puzzled about Philip. Who was this

a powerful

through Yvette’s thoughts. He patted her on the shoulder lightly and said, “Don’t worry.

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

that, Philip sent Yvette back

remained silent, but her