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.

by Victor Bell were nothing more than moving targets in his

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

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

front entrance. As he approached, he suddenly turned around and walked toward the back

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

Thud!

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

down, grabbed a staff uniform from the bench, and changed into

calmly walked out of the lounge while pushing a

smoothly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor. Half a

dining cart and

to five steps apart. Two rows of

guard on both sides of every suite door. At the

appearance instantly made

they just glanced at him without a

door of a room. He rang the doorbell and

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