The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 642

Philip had not wanted to reveal his identity, but people kept interfering in his personal life lately, so he had no choice but to slowly expose his true self and what he was capable of. This sudden incident in particular opened his eyes to the fact that he was still not prepared at all for this!

If Wynn was hurt because of him, Philip would never forgive himself!

He was no superman. Right here and now, he could feel that chill crawling through his entire body!

That feeling set him off to no end!

Philip knew that he was feeling fear. He was terrified!

If the assailants got their grubby hands on Wynn in the car, no matter how strong Philip was or how rich his family was, what else could he do to stop them?

Philip was furious. He could not forgive himself, and he definitely could not forgive the mastermind behind this!

With a loud vroom, several bikes swerved into Philip's way!

Philip's bike stopped in the middle of the road as he faced off against five men in black uniforms. They kept revving their engines, the air filling with the roars from their bikes! Philip looked at them coldly, emanating an earth-shattering killing intent!

As he looked at the five people opposite him, he could clearly see the sneer in their eyes through their helmet visors!

The two sides were only ten meters apart. That distance was nothing to riders on bikes!

Two of the riders revved their bikes. With a roar, they came zooming toward Philip, pulling long knives out of their belts and swinging them at Philip.

Philip's eyes turned cold. He also abruptly let go of the brakes, flying at the two riders at top speed!

When they swung their blades down at him, Philip lifted his front wheel into a wheelie!

Clang!

The knives clashed with the metal body of the bike, sending sparks flying!

Philip pressed down on the handles, his entire body leaping into the air. He then swung a kick to the side, sending the rider on his right flying off the bike!

Once that was done, he settled back onto his bike, both his body and his wheels landing steadily on the ground. He then swung the tail end of the bike around and began drifting!

Of the three riders behind him, the man in the lead curled his mouth into a sneer when he saw how spectacular Philip's moves were. The attacker then pulled a gun from his pocket, aiming at Philip's back and pulling the trigger!

Bang!

There was the bang of a gun, and a bullet shot through the air, headed straight for Philip's back!

Without too much time to think, Philip did a forward somersault and dodged the bullet.

The man was about to shoot again when he received his next orders from his earpiece. He gave Philip a cold look and then turned his bike around, leaving the scene in no time at all!

Philip was no fool. When he saw the assassins leave, he did not go back itching for a fight either. He merely continued to give chase!

Finally, Philip reached an abandoned car park. At the entrance, he saw some abandoned bikes and that black car.

"Not bad, punk. You made it all the way here. You got balls, I'll give you that."

There was a man in a black tracksuit and black shades, with a very deep scar down his forehead. He sat on the hood of an abandoned car in the park, playing with a dagger that gleamed in his hands. When he saw Philip at the entrance, he could not suppress the vicious sneer on his lips!

Philip stood at the entrance to the abandoned car park. Once he looked carefully, he saw that there were five people, four men and one woman.

Aside from the man who spoke earlier, the other three men were sitting and standing around. As for the woman, she wore leather shorts and a black spaghetti-strap top, complete with a black leather jacket. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and there were two scimitars strapped to her thighs. She was staring at Philip intently, her eyes betraying her desire for a fight!

All five of them were tough customers!

Philip looked around and could gauge their general ability. They were all professional assassins, which made this quite troublesome indeed!

The man with shades playing with his dagger was especially dangerous!

He felt about as capable as the people Philip used to train with.

However, these people did not mean a thing to Philip right now!

After all, he was now burning with rage. Anyone who got in his way would earn a one-way ticket to hell!

"Since you're already here, punk, you don't have to leave ever again."

One of the beefier men said with a ruthless grin. He was clearly the rider that had turned tail and made a run for it earlier.

"You're dead meat."

Philip looked at him coldly, his eyes shining like the arctic night. The rider shuddered in response!

What kind of a look was that?!

Why was it so scary?!

It was the first time the rider had met such fearsome eyes. They looked like the eyes of a demon king from the depths of hell, and they took him off-guard for a second! "Stupid punk! You deserve to die!"

The rider instantly recovered from his shock and then rushed at Philip, his fists clenched and headed toward Philip's face!