Chapter 644
The First Heir
âYouâll fulfill our wishes? Haha, you better get a good look around you. Weâre the ones who will take
your life!â
The two men drew guns from their belts and looked at Philip sardonically.
If their client had not demanded they take him back alive, Philip would be dead by now!
Philip looked at them coldly and then turned his gaze toward the man with the shades.
âDonât waste your breath on him. Break his limbs and send him to the rendezvous spot. Just get the
money and scram, we canât be late for our next appointment!â
âAlright, allow me!â
The two assassins exchanged a look and aimed their guns at Philipâs hands and feet!
However, the second they were about to pull the trigger, they were stunned to see that Philip had
vanished from the spot!
The very next moment, they felt a wave of killing intent wash over them from behind. It was several
times more intense than their own!
They were all survivors from the battlefield who had seen more than their fair share of life and death!
Even so, both of them were now shaking from head to toe. That killing intent felt almost solid, like an
actual blade piercing through their chests!
By the time they looked down at their chests, both of them saw a sharp dagger piercing through their
body from behind!
It hurt!
It hurt so much, as though they were being torn apart!
One of them could clearly feel the pain blossoming from his chest, signaling the impending end of his
life,
He realized that the man standing behind him was nothing short of a demon, as his killer whispered
into his ear, âI gave you a chance. Itâs your fault for not taking it.â
Bathump!
Both men collapsed onto the ground in unison!
Philip appeared behind one of them, his gaze dark and cold as he glared at the man in shades and the
woman, both of whom looked stunned. His voice was icy as he said, âIâll give you two one last chance.
Either tell me the mastermind, or youâll join them in hell!â
A wintry breeze blew across the abandoned car park, across the two men lying in pools of their own
blood!
Philipâs eyes emitted a cold gleam as he looked at the man in shades sitting on the car hood and the
woman behind him. His killing intent rolled off him in waves!
Damn it!
Who the hell was this guy?
The man in shades finally lost his cool, terror in his eyes behind his glasses!
Both of those men had been some of the better killers in their organization, but they amounted to
nothing when faced with Philip. He got rid of them in an instant!
The man in shades did not even see how Philip did it!
He was a fighting master!
No, a legend!
The man in shades finally understood the meaning of death. He was more afraid than he had ever
been before, his hands shaking uncontrollably!
Their mission this time was probably destined for failure!
âWho on earth are you?â
The man in shades asked as he stood up, gripping his dagger tightly. He was coiled and ready to
strike!
Philip chuckled coldly. âDidnât your master tell you who I am?â
âBold words! Now die!â
The man in shades came at him first, launching himself forward by stomping hard against the ground
and dashing toward Philip. The dagger he held was nothing more than a flash of light as it came flying
at Philipâs chest!
Philipâs gaze hardened. The man was no pushover, but all resistance was futile!
Philip tilted his body and lifted his leg, slamming his knee into the manâs chest!
Crack!
That was the sound of ribs breaking!
The man in shades had no idea how Philip avoided his lunge. That was his famous killing move, and
he had reaped many lives with just that move!
Today, though, he failed!
Within an instant, he felt a thunderous impact spread through his chest!
He had at least three broken ribs!
It was not even over yet!
Philip raised his hand and choked the manâs neck tightly. With his other hand, he quickly grabbed the
manâs wrist and twisted it, using the killerâs own hand to stab his dagger into his chest!
Pfft!
The manâs shades finally fell to the ground, revealing his eyes wide with shock!
âWhere is she?â Philip asked coldly.
âK-Kill me!â
The man in shades was a man to the end. He did not tattle.
Philip raised his brow and added a bit more force into his grip, twisting the dagger that was buried in
the left side of the manâs chest!
âAh!â
There was a terrible scream that jolted several dozen birds out of their nap nearby.
âIâm asking you one last time. Where is she?!â
Philipâs eyes were dark and cold, his heart set on murder.