He looked at Philip and smiled sinisterly. He widened his eyes and said, “Aren’t you so strong? Try again! I want to see if you’re faster than my pistol!”
He was not scared anymore. Now that he had a pistol, he believed that Philip would not be faster than his bullet.
Did he think he was John Wick?
He had to kill Philip today! If not, he would cause them endless calamities.
Anton had been doing this for so many years, so he had a quick brain. At that moment, he understood completely. He laughed sinisterly, then pulled the trigger.
Woosh!
Someone jumped in from the window. With a lift of his right arm, a silver glint flashed across the air.
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot!
In a blink of an eye, Anton felt excruciating pain in his wrist.
Then, the pain spread all over his body.
Clank!
Under immense pain, both of his hands lost their strength and the pistol fell on the ground.
Philip stood there unharmed. The shot missed him and landed on the wall behind Philip. There was a bullet hole in the wall.
“Ah!”
Anton let out a blood-curdling scream. A dagger had stabbed through his right hand!
When he saw the other man in the room, he realized this was getting serious.
Who was this man who appeared out of nowhere? Why was he so savage?
Philip did not pay attention to Rick who was savoring the red wine on the sofa. No one truly knew this guy’s location. He always came and went as he pleased.
It was just that he would always appear whenever Philip was in danger.
Philip walked in front of Anton and lifted his leg. Then, the tip of his shoe kicked Anton on the chin. With a crack, four to five teeth flew out from Anton’s mouth. He then spat them out on the floor along with some blood.
Blood kept pouring out of Anton’s mouth. He had even bit off half of his tongue from that kick!
Anton was invaded by the metallic smell and taste of blood. He also spat out part of his tongue.
It was such a debilitating pain!
Anton tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. There was also an excruciating pain in his tongue. He was in so much pain that he was shaking all over!
At that moment, he was terrified. He was scared Philip was going to kill him!
“Ah!”
A loud scream. Philip yanked Anton up by the hair and slammed his head to the wall. Anton’s forehead was scratched badly and blood started oozing out from the cuts.
Philip picked up Anton’s pistol from the floor. The aura of death was heavy around him. He aimed the muzzle against Anton’s forehead.
How was that possible?
Anton started to panic. He looked at the sarcastic smirk on this harmless-looking young man in front of him and fear overtook his entire body.
Who was he?
“You… You can’t touch me! Mr. Hull knows the people from the upper management!”
Anton gritted his teeth and fought back. He wiped away the blood and sweat from his forehead.
Philip’s coldness was getting more and more intense. He kicked Anton on the chest heavily.
Thud!
The muffled sound was firm and substantial.
Philip used all of his might with that kick. After the kick, Anton felt that several of his ribs were broken.
Whenever he exhaled, he could feel a debilitating pain in his chest!
Anton curled himself into the shape of a prawn after this kick. He laid on the ground while vomiting blood. He was screaming for help!
Philip shook his head and chuckled coldly. “Tsk tsk, it hurts, right? If you can’t stand it anymore, you can choose the first option I gave you just now.”
Anton was in so much pain that he could not breathe. He clutched his chest and spat out, “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Philip shrugged. He said, “Oh, I guess it’s still not enough. Then, I have no choice.”
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