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.

His entire body was shaking. He had lost the will to fight.

That man was drenched in blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife
against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his life in the next second!

Mitch looked into Philip’s eyes briefly and he could feel his entire body going cold. His eyes were like
sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most
difficult walk in hell.

Mitch was trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even made him wet
his pants!

However, who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction to being faced with such a powerful
force.

Philip scrunched up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear.
Why? Do you still want to take my life?”

Mitch’s entire body was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the
imposing manner he had just now. He stammered, “No… I won’t dare…”

He wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God of Death!

Mitch was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his
own grave!

He was doing something so dangerous for just two million bucks.



When he thought back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking for death!

Noah was standing behind them the entire time. He was in a state of shock. He did not expect Philip to
be so powerful!

Anger rose to his chest as he glared at Philip and Wynn. There was a smirk on his face. At the same
time, he looked at the Muay Thai champion in his car, Thep. His racing heart started to calm down.

Noah did not believe that Philip could do anything much with someone like him.

The Muay Thai champion, Thep, only glanced at Philip briefly. In his eyes, no one was worth his
respect.

Mitch was frantic, especially now that someone was holding a knife to his neck. His 30 brothers could
not defeat one man!

This was the biggest failure in annihilating someone in the history of their fraternity.

Philip was looking at Noah coldly. He was standing a distance away from Mitch. He roared, “Tell your
people to go away!”

Mitch was shaking his hands while trembling. He backed away while shouting, “Go away now!”

When Noah saw Philip walking over with his knife on Mitch’s neck, his face fell even more.

When his eyes met Philip’s, his heart trembled as he slowly backed away with no confidence.

Until now, Philip was still holding the knife to Mitch’s neck. He brought Wynn in front of Noah, and there
was a group of his subordinates surrounding them.

“Noah, you’re the one who arranged this, right?”



Philip looked at Noah, his smile as cold as ice.

The Andersons had ambitions of wild wolves. They needed to be taken down!

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