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?

he had trained with Reed Williams

embarrassing for a child of a wealthy family to not have some defense

cry. The pain on his body and knees were

meet such a savage

f*ck him

was malice in

shirtless bald men charged toward Philip at the same

not believe that he could not defeat one

up slowly. The five to six

They were scared that they would

you waiting for? Kill

Chico yelled from behind.

their gigantic fist, someone stomped their foot, and all of them started to attack Philip at the same

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

slap, slap,

He was too fast!

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 on

his hands and

not expect Philip to be so

was as cold as a knife made out of

his forehead and looked at his unconscious men. He said hurriedly, “Alright! Okay! As long as you let

anything Philip told him to right

there was life,

Then, the 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

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 money. Is

guilty. He was scared that Philip would break his

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