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?

trained with Reed Williams back then for

be embarrassing for a child of a wealthy family

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

to meet such a

him up for

was malice in his

bald men charged toward Philip

that he could not defeat one person with so many people on

up slowly. The five to

step forward. They were scared that they would end up like

waiting for?

Chico yelled from behind.

six bald men looked at each other and yelled. Someone swung their gigantic fist, someone stomped their foot, and all of them started to attack Philip

hand as if it was

slap, slap,

He was too fast!

their faces. Some of them collapsed on the floor of the bus while some were

hands and walked toward

Philip to be

as cold as a knife made out of ice. “So, Chico,

wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and looked at his unconscious men. He said hurriedly, “Alright! Okay!

anything Philip told him to

there was life, there

bloody red handprints. They took out all of the money

the few thousand bucks, and his hands started to sweat. He handed the

He was scared that Philip would break

were seeing. They thought a young man like Philip would be finished. In the end, these gangsters were pooling money and begging