The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 494

Wynn was wearing a pair of high heels. When she walked to Philip, her heels clicked on the ground like a piano recital. She looked panic-stricken.

She was a woman, after all. The smell of blood was in the air, and there were broken arms scattered all over the floor. Each severed limb was covered in blood. She wanted to vomit, but she held it in.

30 to 40 men were trying to chop someone up in broad daylight. The scene looked like a warzone, and the ground was painted with blood.

If Philip were not here, she could not imagine what would have happened instead.

Philip looked at Wynn who was standing next to him. There was a gentle smile on his face.

Just like that, under everyone’s watchful gaze, Philip reached out an arm and grabbed Wynn’s tiny waist.

Wynn shivered. She looked at Philip in disbelief.

Was Philip still her spineless husband?

When did he have these skills? He looked like an assassin in the movies.

Philip chuckled and grabbed Wynn’s hand. He asked, “Are you ready?”

Wynn furrowed her brows and let out a long exhale. “I’m ready.”

Then, Philip walked out with Wynn while everyone watched.

An unexplainable feeling rose into Wynn’s heart when Philip grabbed her hand. The worries in her heart vanished in an instant.

The terrified thugs in front of them all backed away and made way for them. None of them dared to touch this man.

They were petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones to shiver.

Mitch clenched his fists. They were turning purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let him be the vice triad master!”

After he said that, someone finally moved.

However, in a blink of an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the ground. Then, he was unconscious.

Looking at his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of anger.

He lifted his knife and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going to kill you!”

Clank!

The sound of knives making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud and crisp sound.

Philip held the knife in his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from the tip of the knife.

Mitch was shaking uncontrollably. His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife was already broken.

Mitch’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death was approaching him.