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 an entire

a child of a wealthy

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

not expect to meet such a

f*ck him

There was malice in his

bald men charged toward

defeat one person with so many people

head and got up slowly. The five to six

them dared to take another step forward. They were

are you waiting

Chico yelled from behind.

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

his hand as

slap, slap,

He was too fast!

instant, they 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

hands and

expect Philip to be so good at

voice was as cold as a knife made out of

unconscious men. He said hurriedly, “Alright! Okay! As long as you let us go, we’ll

Philip told

was life, there was

upon his men. Then, the bald and bulky men stood together with their faces covered in bloody red handprints. They took out all

took the few thousand bucks, and his hands started to sweat. He handed the bills to Philip and stammered, “Brother, we don’t have much

Philip

young man like Philip would be finished. In the end, these gangsters were pooling