The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

At that moment, Wylan Jensen experienced the meaning of death!

He clearly felt that the figure standing in front of him was full of cold intent and murderous aura!

Wylan trembled involuntarily, his forehead already pouring with a cold sweat.

The pain in his right arm kept him sober the entire time.

He thought that he would bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately!

At this moment, Philip’s eyes were cold. He lowered his eyebrows to look at Wylan who was lying at his feet and asked coldly, “How do you think you’ll end up dying?”

This simple question made Wylan shudder.

Following that, he stared at Philip viciously and sneered, “I didn’t expect you to be this scheming, but so what? Do you dare to touch me? I’m Wylan Jensen!”

Bam!

Philip went up and kicked Wylan abruptly. The latter rolled over twice and clutched his right arm while groaning in pain.

Philip’s kick hit the wound in his arm and it hurt like hell!

“You! You’re courting death!”

knelt on the ground, his left hand covering his crimson right

I

coldly,

out, had been surrounded by

had

Wylan would be

kneeling on the ground, cackled sinisterly. His face was full of gloomy coldness as he said, “Do you dare to kill me? How are you going to do that? Don’t forget, that lovely baby daughter of yours is still in my hands! If I die,

and stared at Philip menacingly from the corner of his eyes. He sneered like a devil from

Philip’s heart trembled. Mila!

standing close to Philip’s side. Her face was full of tears as she shouted at the disheveled-looking

Hmph!

up from the ground, staggering a couple of steps. He glanced at Wynn and Philip coldly, saying, “Your

Philip frowned and said coldly,

his right arm, and said, “What do

eyebrows twisted and his

Crack!

grabbed Wylan by the neck and lifted

were red, full of anger and murderous aura. He shouted, “Wylan Jensen, don’t think

red and

loosened his hold and Wylan slumped on the

my daughter?!”