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?

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

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

his tracks and a gun

the dagger in his hand, and the silver light across his palm drew a beautiful arc. As if eyes grew on the dagger, it suddenly penetrated the thighs of two of the slow

guys abruptly fell to the ground, holding their

He dashed out, drew the dagger from both of

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

felt as if she was about to faint. What skill was this?

was more realistic than a Hollywood

a minute, more than a dozen gangsters fell to the ground. Although the wounds were not fatal, they

only the brawny boss was left standing, but he seemed to be terrified to the extreme. His legs trembled

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

men could

dared not think about it. She

guy on crutches had fallen to

up! Fight with them! There are

all of Ollie’s men had fallen, the guy on crutches was anxious. If they collapsed, he was done

was really frightened by the

men could no longer stand up, he would end up in the worst

the gun and pointed the muzzle at Crutches. A bullet zoomed

and the debris ricocheting from the ground

was raised a little higher, Crutches’

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

front of him

that as long as the man behind nodded, he would receive a

knees went weak at the thought

lost all support and slumped on

him by the collar before picking him up like a little chicken. Then, he threw him

to the ground and rolled in

Was this

puzzled about Philip. Who

powerful guy be his

patted her on the

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

that, Philip sent Yvette back to her

way, Yvette remained silent,