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?

had trained with Reed Williams

of a wealthy family to not have

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

not expect to meet such a

f*ck him up for

yelled. There was

bald men charged toward

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

The five to

They

waiting

Chico yelled from behind.

men looked at each other and yelled. Someone swung their gigantic fist, someone stomped their foot, and

smirked. He swung his hand as if it

slap, slap,

He was too fast!

red handprints on their faces. Some of them collapsed on the floor of the bus while some were leaning against the back of the

shook his hands and walked toward the

not expect Philip to be so

was as cold as a knife made out of

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

do anything Philip told him to

was life, there was

bloody red handprints. They took out all of the money they had, which only amounted to a few thousand

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

that Philip

like Philip would be finished. In