The First Heir

At that moment, Wylan Jensen experienced the meaning of death!

He clearly felt that the figure standing in front of him was full of cold intent and murderous aura!

Wylan trembled involuntarily, his forehead already pouring with a cold sweat.

The pain in his right arm kept him sober the entire time.

He thought that he would bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately!

At this moment, Philip’s eyes were cold. He lowered his eyebrows to look at Wylan who was lying at his feet and asked coldly, “How do you think you’ll end up dying?”

This simple question made Wylan shudder.

Following that, he stared at Philip viciously and sneered, “I didn’t expect you to be this scheming, but so what? Do you dare to touch me? I’m Wylan Jensen!”

Bam!

Philip went up and kicked Wylan abruptly. The latter rolled over twice and clutched his right arm while groaning in pain.

Philip’s kick hit the wound in his arm and it hurt like hell!

“You! You’re courting death!”

on the ground, his left hand covering his crimson right arm. His eyes

I

coldly,

from inside out, had been surrounded by

else had been

Wylan would be

coldness as he said, “Do you dare to kill me? How are you going to do that? Don’t forget, that

from the corner of his

Philip’s heart trembled. Mila!

she shouted at the disheveled-looking Wylan, “Where’s my daughter? If you let my daughter go, I’ll ask my husband to

Hmph!

right arm with difficulty. He got up from the ground, staggering a couple of steps. He

and said coldly, “What else do

to his right arm,

eyebrows twisted and his face quickly became

Crack!

Philip made a move. He grabbed Wylan by the neck and lifted him

anger and murderous aura. He shouted, “Wylan Jensen, don’t

face flushed red and he gasped