The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 462

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

such cowards. He did not know what Noah was thinking. Did he really think he was a useless bum? After all, he had trained with Reed Williams back then for an entire year. It would be embarrassing for a child of a wealthy family to not have some defense skills. Chico wanted to cry. The pain on his body and knees were so excruciating that he wanted to die! He did not expect to meet such a savage

him up for me!” Chico yelled. There

time. Philip frowned but later smirked. He swung his hand as if it was a palm leaf fan. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap! He was too fast! The shirtless men could not see what was happening. In an 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 seats. A few were even hanging on the railing! Philip shook his hands and walked toward the terror-stricken Chico. He did not expect Philip to be so good at fighting. Philip’s voice was as cold as a knife made out of ice. “So, Chico, what’s the conclusion?” Chico wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and looked at his unconscious men. He

said coldly, “Chico, are you treating me as a beggar?” After Chico heard that, his entire body trembled. He knelt on the ground with a thud and started bawling. “Brother, I was wrong! My mother’s 80 years old and I also have a wife and children. Please have mercy on me. I’ll get more money for you,