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 back then for an entire

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

pain on his body and knees were so excruciating that he

expect to meet such a savage at their own

him up

was malice in

shirtless bald men

could not defeat one

slowly. The five to six bald men’s

another step forward. They were scared that they would end

waiting

Chico yelled from behind.

Someone swung their gigantic fist, someone stomped their foot, and all of them started to

hand as if it

slap, slap,

He was too fast!

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

and walked toward the terror-stricken

not expect Philip to be so

voice was as cold as a knife made out of ice.

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

Philip told him to right

was life, there was

his men. 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 amounted to a

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

scared that Philip would break his other leg if he

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