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?”