The First Heir

On the other end of the phone, Ernie said tersely, “Master, I’ve arrived in Uppercreek.”

“Good!”

Homer said coldly, “Find that kid immediately and kill him!”

“Understood,” Ernie responded and ended the call.

At this moment, he was sitting in the dark car, smoking a cigarette. The scarlet tip of the cigarette looked particularly eye-catching at night.

After sitting for a while, Ernie observed the surroundings through the car window. He looked at the hotel where a dozen people were guarding the entrance and looked up.

This was the hotel where Philip was staying. According to the young master, his pregnant wife was in this hotel.

Menacing intent flashed from the corner of Ernie’s eyes. He glanced at the people patrolling around as a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Such an arrangement could indeed deter many people. However, Ernie was different. He was an expert at assassination, someone who had survived from the edge of the sword.

people arranged by Victor Bell were nothing more than moving targets

his legs and used his pants to hide it. Then, he took out a Desert Eagle from the

mask and a broad hat. After his preparations, he pushed the car door open. He threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it heavily. It was drizzling in Uppercreek and

suddenly turned around and walked toward

window. After looking around, he took out a tool from his pocket, pried open the

Thud!

sound of him landing was very light. He was in a lounge for

a staff uniform from the

pushing a small dining cart. He walked along

Nobody found Ernie suspicious. Ernie smoothly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the

dining cart and walked

on this floor, he found a bodyguard stationed every three to five

of every suite door. At the suite at the

instantly made

glanced at him without a

the door of a room. He rang the doorbell and

wiping her wet hair. She said with a