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.

his body. Clank! Under immense pain, both of his hands lost their strength and the pistol fell on the ground. Philip stood there unharmed. The shot missed him and landed on

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 was heavy around him. He aimed the muzzle against Anton’s forehead. Anton was shaking furiously. At this moment, he finally felt the threat of death! Cold sweat started rolling down his body like a waterfall. His eyes were widened as he looked at Philip who was towering over

men were suffering badly. One broke several ribs from one kick, one fell 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

tell that Philip’s face was full of murderous intentions. Plus, he heard

front of him and fear overtook his entire body. Who was he? “You… You can’t touch me! Mr. Hull knows the people