The First Heir

He grabbed the ring over his head that was meant to support passengers and lifted his leg to kick Philip’s waist.

If his kick landed, Philip would either be half-dead or half-crippled!

Philip did not have time to hesitate. Chico’s heavy foot was already coming at him.

He snorted. He did not move his body, but instead, he lifted his right leg and kicked the joint of Chico’s other leg.

Crack!

The loud sound was caused by Chico’s bone breaking.

Then, everyone on the bus heard Chico’s screams of pain. He sat on the ground while his legs split open. Huge droplets of sweat started to roll down from his chubby cheeks.

“Ah! My leg! My groin!”

Chico was trembling with pain. While he clutched the knee on his left leg, his other hand grabbed his right leg.

He felt like he had been split open. The pain was burning!

A few of Chico’s bald men were speechless after they saw what happened. They were so shocked that they all gasped at the same time.

After a while, they finally came back to their senses. They ran up and helped Chico to stand. Then, they pointed at Philip and yelled, “How dare you kick Chico? You’re asking to die!”

Philip chuckled. He was still seated, looking at them with a ‘what can you do to me?’ expression on his face.

He looked at Chico who was still in a split. He was in so much pain that his face was disfigured. Philip chuckled. “How is it, Chico? Are you going to consider what I just proposed?”

They were such cowards. He did not know what Noah was thinking. Did he really think he was a useless bum?

Reed Williams

child of a wealthy

to cry. The pain on his body and knees were so excruciating that he

expect to meet such a savage at their

f*ck him up for

was malice in

bald men charged toward Philip at

did not believe that he could not defeat

slowly. The five to six bald men’s imposing manners wilted instantly from

of them dared to take another step forward. They were scared that they would end

are you waiting

Chico yelled from behind.

each other and yelled. Someone swung their gigantic fist, someone stomped their

later smirked. He swung his hand as if it was a

slap, slap,

He was too fast!

all had bloody red handprints on their faces. Some of them collapsed on the floor of the bus while some were leaning against the back of the seats. A few were even hanging

shook his hands and walked toward the

expect Philip to be so good at

made

wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and looked at his unconscious men. He said hurriedly, “Alright! Okay! As long as you let us go, we’ll do anything

Philip told

was life, there

bald and bulky men stood together with their faces covered in bloody red handprints. They took out all of the money they had, which only amounted to a

to sweat. He handed the bills to Philip and stammered, “Brother, we don’t have much money.

that Philip would break his other leg

They thought a young man like Philip would be finished. In the