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, Ollie dared not

he had just yelled for his men to run away. They did not

that their leader was stopped in his tracks and a gun was being held to

his palm drew a beautiful arc. As if eyes grew on the dagger, it suddenly penetrated the thighs of two

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

over yet. He dashed out, drew the dagger from both of

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

about to faint. What skill was this? It was

more realistic

a minute, more than a dozen gangsters fell to the ground. Although the wounds

was left standing, but he seemed to be terrified

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

these two men could

about it.

guy on crutches had fallen to the

them! There are only three

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

loudly. He was really frightened by

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

and pointed the muzzle at Crutches. A bullet zoomed

ricocheting from the ground hit his face as he

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

on Ollie’s forehead again and said coldly with extreme disdain, “You dare

of him and saw extreme disdain

long as the man behind nodded, he would receive a

knees went weak at

all

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

heavily to the ground and rolled in front

stupefied. Was this

puzzled about

such a powerful guy be

Yvette’s thoughts. He patted her on the

the thugs. Philip was

sent Yvette

the way, Yvette remained silent, but her face