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 not make

his men to run away. They did not pay any attention to

was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being held

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

the ground, holding their bloody thighs and

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

ground, all holding their

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

was more realistic

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

brawny boss was left standing, but he seemed to be

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

two men could easily wipe them all

not think about

the guy on crutches had fallen

with them! There are only

on crutches was anxious. If

He was really frightened by

men could no longer stand up, he would

and pointed the muzzle at Crutches. A bullet

debris ricocheting from the ground hit his face

higher, Crutches’ head would have

and said coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare to set your sights

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

as long as the man behind nodded, he would

weak at the thought of

instant, he lost all support and

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

fell heavily to the ground

was stupefied. Was this human

about Philip. Who was

such a powerful

patted her on the shoulder lightly and said, “Don’t worry. Nothing

for Ollie and the thugs. Philip was not

Yvette back to her

Yvette remained silent, but her face full of