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?

pointing at his forehead, Ollie dared not make

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

in his tracks and a gun was being

suit flung out the dagger in his hand, and the silver light across his palm drew a beautiful arc. As if eyes grew on the dagger, it

fell to the ground, holding their bloody thighs and howling

dashed out, drew the dagger from

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

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

realistic than a

more than a dozen gangsters fell to the

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

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

these two men could easily wipe them

not think about it. She was

the guy on crutches had fallen to the ground

with them! There are

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

was really frightened by the

today. If these men could no longer stand up, he would end up in the

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

raised a little higher, Crutches’ head would have

forehead again and said coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare to set your sights on Young Master? You’re really not afraid

man in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well

that as long as the man behind

knees went weak at the thought

an instant, he lost all support and slumped on the

him up like a little chicken. Then, he threw him out.

heavily to the ground

was stupefied. Was

puzzled about Philip. Who was this

a powerful guy be his

through Yvette’s thoughts. He patted her on the shoulder lightly and said, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen

thugs. Philip was not going to let the

that, Philip sent Yvette back to her

way, Yvette remained silent,