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.

Bell were nothing more than moving targets in his

a dagger that glinted with a cold light between his legs and used his pants to hide it. Then, he

He threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it heavily. It was drizzling in Uppercreek

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

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

Thud!

light. He was

down, grabbed a staff uniform from

minutes later, he very calmly walked out of the lounge while pushing a small dining

would smile politely whenever he met any bodyguards on patrol. Nobody found Ernie suspicious. Ernie smoothly got into the elevator and pressed the

cart and

bodyguard stationed every three to five steps apart. Two rows of black-suited bodyguards were protecting this

of every suite door. At the suite

instantly made

they just glanced at

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

was wiping her wet