The First Heir

Philip snorted in anger and lightly kicked Luka in his lower back. Luka lost his balance and could only rush forward, hitting the wall with a powerful impact.

Bang!

Luka’s fist smashed into the wall. The wall shook and half of it collapsed, covering Luka in clouds of dust.

Juan sat on the sofa with his brows furrowed. He thought that Luka Sanchez was enough to kill Philip, but unexpectedly, Philip’s strength made him a little fearful.

Was this guy a disciple too?

His strength was actually not below Luka’s.

“Ahem.” Luka was choked into coughing and turned around to walk toward Philip in a wretched state.

“Damn it, you’re actually a disciple too. I was careless this time. However, your death will come soon!”

Anger filled Luka’s mind. If anger could burn, Luka’s anger now would be enough to boil the whole sea.

“I already told you that you’re not good enough, but you still think so highly of yourself. Since you want to die, I won’t stop you.”

Philip stretched out his little finger and beckoned at Luka, his disdainful expression saying it all.

Philip wildly while

it! You’ll know the price of humiliating me! Let me send

the floor as he watched dumbfounded at the sight of Luka being trampled on the

simply kicked away by Philip before he was trampled on the floor by Philip

What was happening here?

How could this happen?

even see Philip’s movements clearly. He only saw Luka rushing over aggressively, and in the blink of an eye, Luka fell

could

into smithereens. He was an absolute

was a little

seen such a ruthless man despite his fair share of experience. His legs trembled slightly, and the hand holding the gun was shaking violently. The captain felt as though the gun in his hand was

was almost invisible, could he really shoot him with

possibility of hitting the mark was too low unless he was lucky enough. How the hell was he

captain even had

don’t I cover your retreat?” The captain said in

deeply. Retreating

If he retreated, he would lose all dignity. All other business

“Fire!”