The First Heir

Four held a sharp short dagger, lunged forward, and stabbed the person in the back.

The tall man standing there shook his head and said, “You’re not good enough!”

With that said, he turned sideways slightly. At the same time, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the incoming dagger.

Clang!

Fennel exerted some force and broke the dagger!

Seeing this, Four trembled and quickly backed away, trying to escape. With this simple encounter, he already knew that he was not a match for the man in front of him. The mission this time meant sure death!

However, Fennel would never let him go so easily. In a flash, he appeared right in front of the killer. With a wicked sneer, he raised his foot and kicked Four in the stomach.

Bam!

and flew out like a cannonball. He hit the glass coffee table in the living room heavily, smashed the

felt as if several of his ribs were broken from the kick. His chest area was full of pain, making him unable to breathe. He struggled to get up from the ground, but Fennel walked up to him and kicked him

agony. Half his face was pierced by the broken glass

I’ll leave you with a whole body,” Fennel said

gasped and shouted, “I won’t

and asked, “How many

in his back molar when a delicate figure rushed in from the direction of the door and shouted, “Lord Apollo,

quickly stomped

and took out the poison from

won’t

and kicked him violently in the stomach, which caused his stomach to churn.