The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 461

Philip looked at the tattooed man who was charging toward him. He shook his head helplessly. He swung his arm and muttered, "You're the one who's forcing me. Don't blame me." Slap!

A loud noise!

Philip's hand made contact with the tattooed man's face.

The man spun 360-degrees after being slapped by Philip.

"You... How dare you hit me!"

The tattooed man finally stopped spinning. He pointed at Philip and growled while his head was still spinning.

"Why should I be scared? Come at me."

Philip grinned and slapped him again!

The tattooed man could not see how Philip slapped him. He felt like he was being slapped by an iron board. His body started to spin uncontrollably.

Philip was not done yet. He started using both his left and right hands. The entire dimly lit alleyway was filled with slapping noises!

Philip only stopped when he got tired.

The tattooed man's face was as swollen as a pig's head now. His mouth was filled with blood. Then, he shook his head and collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud. He was mumbling something incoherently.

After he was done here, Philip placed his hands in his pocket and peered at another guy who was standing near the wall. He did not dare to move.

"B-B-B-Brother... Please have mercy on me!"

The guy was so scared that he knelt on the ground while crawling over to Philip.

Never in a million years would he expect his boss to be defeated by a soft-looking man after just a few slaps. Moreover, he had slapped his boss as if his life depended on it. What a f*cking savage!

The guy was starting to doubt his entire life. Who was the gangster here?

Did Young Master Anderson not say that he was just a man who depended on his woman?

He was so devious when he was fighting!

Philip smiled and touched the man's head. When Philip touched him, the man backed away while trembling. His eyes were filled with terror!

Hm?

'Am I so horrifying?'

Philip felt innocent. He said, "Why don't you slap yourself, then? How does 100 times sound?"

"Ah?"

That man was in a state of despair. 100 times?

Would he not become a pig head like his boss after slapping himself 100 times?

"Brother, let's not joke around, okay? Can I just do it ten times?" he asked.

Philip shook his head and said in all seriousness, "No, I can't give you a discount. If you think it's too much, why don't I help you?" "No, no, no! I'll do it!"

When the man heard that Philip wanted to do it for him, he shook his head like it was a rattle drum.

Slap!

Slap!

Amidst the rhythmic slapping sounds in the alleyway, Philip spotted the other two men at the entrance of the alleyway.

The two of them had witnessed everything and were frozen. Their pants were also wet from fear. The cigarettes dangling in their mouths were also burnt halfway. When they saw Philip coming over, they ran while screaming in fear.

Philip shrugged and said, "How disappointing."

Philip turned around and looked at the guy on the ground coldly. He asked, “Let me ask you a question, who sent you?”

The man's cheeks were already red and swollen. He replied while feeling dizzy, "It's Young Master Anderson. He said if we cripple you, we can get 50,000 bucks."

He did not dare to hide anything from him.

Philip frowned. It was him!

It looked like he needed to replace an opportunity to teach Noah a lesson!

After he got out of the alleyway, Philip waited for the bus that would take him to his company. A short moment after he got on the bus, seven to eight bald men followed behind him. They were all muscular and shirtless.

After they got onto the bus, everyone got up from their seats and started making way for these scary-looking men.

"Chico, it's him! He's the one who beat Doggo up!"

Behind the seven to eight bald men, a familiar-looking guy appeared and shouted. He pointed at Philip who was sitting at the back of the bus. Philip glanced at them and knew that they were the relief troops the thugs just now called upon. He said coldly, "Have you not had enough?"

The bald man named Chico was 180 cm tall. He was flabby and looked like a fat pig. His face looked sinister.

He sized Philip up with his gaze before saying to his men, "Him? Doggo, are you out of your mind, or am I so weak that I can't hold a knife anymore? Look at him, his limbs look like noodles. It's obvious he's just a useless bum. How dare you guys fail at such a simple task?"

The man looked aggrieved as he said, "Chico, it's not like that. Even though this man looks as polite as a woman, he's extremely savage!"

Chico pushed him aside in annoyance and sat on the seat in front of Philip. He smacked his lips and snorted. "Kid, I heard that you beat up my men. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I won't be able to have my way in Riverdale anymore. However, looking at your noodle arms and legs, I don't think you're someone who can take a beating. Why don't you just kneel and kowtow to my men? While you're at it, address them as your grandpa too and give us 100,000 bucks as medical fees. We'll call it a day if you do that. What do you say?"

Philip did not utter a word the entire time. He just looked at Chico like he was an idiot and chuckled. He said, "No, I don't think it's a good idea. Why don't you give me 100,000 bucks and I won't hit you. What do you say?"

"You... What did you say?"

Chico was shocked. He was questioning his own hearing. This guy was too arrogant!

After his men came to their senses, they roared, "Chico, that guy's looking down on you! F*ck him up!"

"F*ck! You're asking to die, kid!"

Chico was livid. He was the boss of this area, and all this while, he was the one terrorizing everyone. When did anyone have the guts to piss on his territory?