The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 569

He looked at Philip and smiled sinisterly. He widened his eyes and said,

“Aren’t you so strong? Try again! I want to see if you’re faster than my pistol!” He was not scared anymore. Now that he had a pistol, he believed that Philip would not be faster than his bullet. Did he think he was John Wick? He had to kill Philip today! If not, he would cause them endless calamities. Anton had been doing this for so many years, so he had a quick brain. At that moment, he understood completely. He laughed sinisterly, then pulled the trigger. Woosh! Someone jumped in from the window. With a lift of his right arm, a silver glint flashed across the air. Bang! The sound of a gunshot! In a blink of an eye, Anton felt excruciating pain in his wrist.

and the pistol fell on the ground. Philip stood there

he saw the other man in the room, he realized this was getting serious. Who was this man who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he so savage? Philip did not pay attention to Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location. He always came and went as he pleased. It was just that he would always appear whenever Philip was in danger. Philip walked in front of Anton and lifted his leg. Then, the tip of his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five teeth flew out from Anton’s mouth. He then spat them out on the floor along with some blood. Blood kept pouring out of Anton’s mouth. He had even bit off half of his tongue from that kick! Anton was invaded by the metallic smell and taste of blood. He also spat out part of his tongue. It was such a debilitating pain! Anton tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was in so much pain that he was shaking all over! At that moment, he was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to kill him! “Ah!” A loud scream. Philip yanked Anton up by the hair and slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and blood started oozing out from the cuts. Philip picked up Anton’s pistol from the floor. The aura of death

unconscious after the bridge of his nose was broken, and now, there was one more with a pistol pointing at his head. The inside of the room was filled with the smell of blood. Under Anton’s terrified gaze, Philip put away the pistol slowly. This made the former let out a sigh of relief. He reckoned the latter would not do anything to him anymore. However, he thought wrong. Philip slapped him across his face and he almost passed out from the pain. Since the inside of his mouth was badly mangled, his tongue was in so much pain after this slap. The pain shot deep inside his bones. “You people are a nest of snakes and rats. Back then, Klaus Harris refused to listen to me so I destroyed him, and now there’s another Hull Clan that came out of nowhere?” Philip squatted down and patted Anton’s face. His face was contorted from the pain. Philip said coldly, “I guess Riverdale is not as simple as

face was filled with remorse and fear. He was scared that Philip would kill him. He could tell that Philip’s face was full of

on this harmless-looking young man in front of him and fear overtook his entire body. Who was