Chapter 3365
The First Heir
The production speed of this car factory was really fast.
After waiting for about an hour, the woman knocked on the door, walked in, and told Philip that he could
pick up the car.
A car that looked like a spirit beast under the moonlight floated quietly on the ground. Philip opened the
door and sat in. Sure enough, he got what he paid for. This felt much more comfortable than the one
from Montana Alliance before.
This car had an auto-pilot mode, so there was no need for a driverâs license.
After fiddling around for a while, Philip figured out the general functions and flew away after setting the
auto-pilot.
Since Carter had mentioned earlier that all good cars had artificial intelligence installed, Philip tried it
out curiously.
A charming woman that looked like the bossâ secretary appeared in the passenger seat.
âHow may I assist you?â the projection posed seductively.
Philip shook his head and dismissed it.
No wonder Carter emphasized this function. Most people could hardly resist it, not to mention that its
speaking habits and appearance could be changed at will.
âSilence is better.â
Philip closed his eyes in practice.
This car was fast enough, crossing two cities overnight. Early in the morning, however, the car stopped
in the wilderness due to a lack of energy.
Not knowing the energy source of the car, Philip reluctantly put it into the space ring. This car worth
tens of millions of star dollars became a pile of scrap metal in a flash.
Philip looked at the map. It was not far from the next city, so he set off through the jungle.
As he passed through a swamp, he heard several people fighting in front.
They had sharp ears. Hearing the movement from Philipâs side, they yelled, âWhoâs there?â
Since there was no way to hide, Philip walked out of the woods and said, âIâm just passing through.â
There were seven people around, with two resisting the attacks from five people.
âI donât believe you!â A burly man fired several shots at Philip.
Philip dodged the bullets, stepped sideways to the guy who fired at him and smashed the gun into
pieces.
âI told you that Iâm passing by, but you simply refuse to believe it.â Philip rolled his eyes at them.
âHero, save us!â
A man and a woman were the targets of the attack. The woman was fighting two people, while the man
was barely able to withstand the attacks from the other three.
No matter how Philip looked at it, it seemed that the bad guys were attacking the good guys.
Philip was about to smack them away when the shortest guy in the team said coldly, âDonât interfere in
our mission.â
After that, he took out a metal square box from his space ring. The metal box kept changing shapes
and attached to the man.
âOh, you grew taller.â
It was the first time Philip saw such equipment, and he smacked it away.
This strike did not cause substantial damage to the man in the armor. The impact was absorbed by the
metal on the armor.
âAll practitioners are trash.â The man said with a chuckle, and artillery barrels kept appearing on the
armor.
Philip smiled. That smack just now only used 20% of his strength. After avoiding all the attacks, Philip
smacked the head of the armor again.
âYour armor is trash!â
As he spoke, the head of the armor was dented by Philipâs smack. Blood mixed with brain tissue flowed
from the cracks of the mecha.
Seeing this, the other four who were beaten down scrambled away.
âWeâre safeâ¦â
âThanks for your help, brave warrior. My name is Roscoe Gladwin, and sheâs Brianna Jett,â The young
man stepped forward and said.
Philip was about to brush away his courtesy when he caught a glimpse of the crescent moon logo on
the girlâs clothes, which belonged to the Moon Worship Creed.