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

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

the car door open. He threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it heavily. It was drizzling in Uppercreek and there were not many

he approached, he suddenly turned around and walked toward the back entrance of

an open window. After looking around, he took

Thud!

light. He

grabbed a staff uniform from the bench, and

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

suspicious. Ernie smoothly got into the

the dining cart and walked

on this floor, he found a bodyguard stationed every three to five steps apart. Two rows of black-suited bodyguards were protecting this

the suite at the end, eight

made the bodyguards

at him

the door of a room. He rang the doorbell and shouted, “Room service. Your food

wore a bathrobe and was wiping her wet hair. She