The First Heir

The other guests in the hotel lobby were stunned at this scene.

Someone with a gun!

Sumo had run into a tough opponent. No one expected these ordinary-looking people to bring a gun with them!

“Sir, I’m sorry, we were wrong. We’re blind and ignorant. Please give us a way out. We won’t do this again.”

At this moment, Philip turned around indifferently. He propped his arms on his knees, and his hands were relaxed. The golden Desert Eagle was held in his right hand. He raised the golden Desert Eagle in his hand, placed it on Sumo’s neck, jerked his round face around, and asked, “How long have you been here?”

“T-Three years…”

Sumo stared at the golden Desert Eagle in Philip’s hand and squeezed out a smile. The fat on his face trembled as he said, “Sir, be careful or the gun will go off.”

Sumo was scared. It was not as if he had not seen anyone with a gun, but he was unlucky enough to run head-on into one now.

with this

immediately nodded and said, “Yes, there’s nothing here that I don’t know. If you want to know anything, just ask

and asked, “Who told

caught Sumo off guard. He faked a smile and said, “Sir, you must be mistaken. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m

that so?” Philip sneered, and his stern gaze sent

Bang!

A gunshot!

the bullet hit Sumo’s right knee. In an instant, Sumo’s gut-wrenching howl rang in the

“Argh! My leg!”

clutching his

hugged his bloody right leg and said stubbornly, “I really don’t know. I just want to get rich. Sir, you’ve

looked at the other three men kneeling and trembling all over. He said, “Is there anyone willing to tell me? Tell me and you can get one million.