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.

arranged by Victor Bell were nothing more than moving

light between his legs and used his pants to hide it. Then, he took out a Desert Eagle from the bottom of the car seat and inserted it into

put on a 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

After looking around, he took out a

Thud!

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

a staff uniform from the bench, and changed

minutes later, he very calmly walked out of the lounge while pushing a small dining cart. He walked along the corridor

would smile politely whenever he met any bodyguards on patrol. Nobody found Ernie suspicious. Ernie smoothly got

pushed the dining cart and walked out

on this floor, he found a bodyguard stationed every three to five steps apart. Two

both sides of every suite door. At the suite

made

just glanced at him

room. He rang the doorbell and

was wiping her wet hair. She