The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 492

Men were all bloodthirsty beings, especially at the prompt of spilling fresh blood.

A moment of silence engulfed the thugs, but it was soon broken by their howls. Who were they to feel fear? Especially when there were 30 to 40 of them! Surely they would be able to kill him, right? They ran forward anyway, effectively disregarding the words Philip had said.

Philip scoffed and lifted his hand to slash downward, landing a gash on two thugs who were dashing in front!

Wynn stood behind the revolving door as she watched the man with a piandao in one hand. His usually bright eyes were cloudy and hooded with anger!

Unable to calm herself, her chest swarmed with an indescribable feeling.

Her husband was this impressive...

For a moment, Wynn realized she could no longer see through Philip Clarke, a rich man who was also exceptional at fighting!

She would never forget this scene for the rest of her life.

Philip dashed out with a piandao in his hand, leaving a bloodied but clear path in his wake!

Leaning forward like a cheetah in the night, wails and dismembered arms followed wherever he went!

Philip turned himself into a target, a target for the thugs to slash and cut!

He was shifting their attention to him, changing the battleground into somewhere with a better clearing. How could the clever Wynn not see through Philip's plan?

Philip was on a suicide mission!

A suicide mission to save her!

As her onyx orbs landed on Philip who was drenched head-to-toe in blood, her heart lurched painfully!

She was worried about him!

That was her husband, Mila's father!

"Come back, Philip! Come back..."

Wynn leaned against the doors with tears streaming down her face as she bawled. She sat limply on the floor.

"Sir Mitch has already said it! Kill the man and get the girl!"

Nobody knew who roared it, but the remaining 20 to 30 men seemed to be running toward Philip at the same time!

They were swarming him like wild locusts!

It was a scene common in many films!

One against 30 to 40 men. It was no easy feat to escape unless one was an absolute professional.

Had it been the Muay Thai champion in his stead, well, maybe it would still be fine. However, this was Philip Clarke we were talking about. No one had expected him to rush out at all! As of that moment, Philip seemed to have turned into Asura. Despite being surrounded by several tens of men who were attacking from all angles, they were still no match for him! He was just too fast. His actions were precise with no unnecessary movements. He made it look so simple, slashing his piandao again and again. It was a breathtaking sight! Philip showed no fear against the ferocious gang of thugs. In fact, he even dashed into where they were most concentrated!

With a piandao at hand, he slashed in smooth streams that sent blood flying and wails ringing through the night!

Turning around, bodies flopped around him in a heap!

Leaping into the air again, the piandao was raised high before he pierced it into the clavicle of a thug. Blood spurted out, and he dropped onto the ground!

After landing, Philip lifted a leg to kick another. He stole the metal rod and the piandao from the man's hands!

Under simple ministrations of the same moves on repeat, Philip had cleared a two-meter radius worth of men around him!

Soaked in their dark red blood as they laid on the ground, the men wailed cacophonously!

They had never expected to be defeated and gashed so easily. They lost their arms before even seeing how their opponent had done it. All they saw was a gleam of silver. Those who remained stood around the entrance with piandao and the like in their hands. They had been splashed with the blood of their brothers.

They were too afraid to take another step!

The man before them was terrifying! He was too strong for them!

This man seemed like a demon from hell, or perhaps the grim reaper himself! He was drenched in blood and unstoppable!

This was merely their first meeting and the fraternity had suffered a drastic loss!

Their confidence had been annihilated by Philip Clarke!

Looking back at Philip, he had not come out unscathed either.

He was sporting gashes on his shoulders, thighs, and back!

Despite being drenched in blood, he glanced at Wynn who hid in the hotel from the corner of his eye. He spared her a bright smile.

He had been too careless. Perhaps this was the end of him tonight.

However, Philip would never concede, for behind him was the person he vowed to protect with his life.

"As I said, should you take another step forward, I shall show you no mercy!"

Holding the piandao that trickled blood, Phillip's eyes held nothing but frost as he took steps after steps forward.