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.

were nothing more than moving targets

light between his legs and used his pants to hide it. Then, he took out

he 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

he suddenly turned

night to feel for an open window. After looking around, he took out a tool from his pocket, pried open the window,

Thud!

light. He was in

down, grabbed a staff uniform from the

out of the lounge while pushing a small dining cart. He walked along the corridor until he reached the

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

pushed the dining cart

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

standing guard on both sides of every suite door. At the suite at the end, eight burly men with sharp eyes were

made the

glanced at him

and came to the door of a room. He rang the doorbell and shouted, “Room

was wiping her wet hair. She said with a puzzled face, “I didn’t order any room