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.

nothing more than moving targets in

inserted a dagger that glinted with a cold light between his legs and used his pants to hide it. Then, he took out a Desert Eagle from the bottom of the car

a broad hat. After his preparations, he pushed the car door open. He threw the cigarette to the

hotel’s front entrance. As he approached, he suddenly turned around and walked toward the back entrance of the

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

Thud!

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

grabbed a staff uniform from the bench, and

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

would smile politely whenever he met any bodyguards on patrol. Nobody found Ernie suspicious. Ernie smoothly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor. Half a minute later, the elevator

pushed the dining cart and

stationed every three to five steps apart. Two rows of black-suited

bodyguards were standing guard on both sides of every suite door. At the suite at the end, eight

instantly made

glanced at him without a second

the door of a room. He rang

and was wiping her wet hair. She said with