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

yelled for his men to run away. They did not pay

was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being held to his

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 ground, holding their

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

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

to faint. What skill was this?

was more realistic than

the ground.

he seemed to be terrified to

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

two men could easily wipe them

not think about it.

fallen to the ground

Fight with them! There are only three of

fallen, the guy on

really

the cause of what happened today. If these men could

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

the debris ricocheting from the ground hit his face as

was raised a little higher, Crutches’ head would have exploded

again and said coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare to set your sights on Young Master?

dared not move at all. He looked at the man in front of him and saw extreme disdain as well as strong

man behind nodded, he would receive

knees went weak at

just an instant, he lost all support and slumped

the collar before picking him up like a little chicken. Then, he threw him out. Just like that, he threw a burly man of more than

ground and rolled in

Was this human

she was puzzled about Philip. Who was

would such a powerful guy

on the shoulder lightly

thugs.

that, Philip sent Yvette back to her

Yvette remained silent, but her