The first heir novel (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 '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?

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 at their own territory!

"Brothers, f*ck him up for me!"

Chico yelled. There was malice in his eyes.

Instantly, five to six shirtless bald men charged toward Philip at the same time!

Chico did not believe that he could not defeat one person with so many people on his side.

Philip shook his head and got up slowly. The five to six bald men's imposing manners wilted instantly from fear.

None of them dared to take another step forward. They were scared that they would end up like Chico.

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

Chico yelled from behind.

The five to six bald men looked at each other and yelled. Someone swung their gigantic fist, someone stomped their foot, and all of them started to attack Philip at the same 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 hurriedly, "Alright! Okay! As long as you let us go, we'll do anything for you, Sir."

He would do anything Philip told him to right now!

Where there was life, there was hope!

Chico called upon 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 few thousand bucks.

Chico 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 this enough?"

To be honest, he felt guilty. He was scared that Philip would break his other leg if he was not happy.

The other passengers on the bus were terrified by what they were seeing. They thought a young man like Philip would be finished. In the end, these gangsters were pooling money and begging Philip for mercy instead. How unbelievable!

Philip looked at the wrinkly dollar bills in his hands and 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, okay?"

When he knelt, the other bald men knelt as well.

They felt so aggrieved. Usually, they were the ones robbing and asking for money from people. Other people were the ones who would beg for mercy from them. However, the tables had turned today. Why did it feel like Philip was the gangster here and the bald men were all model citizens? They looked like they were getting trampled on.

Philip contemplated before declining. He looked like he had been wronged. "No."

He did not believe that these people would not have a secret stash somewhere.

In the end, Chico and his men raised 100,000 bucks for Philip after pooling up all of their money. Finally, they were able to escape from this misfortune.

After Philip got down from the bus, he got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello, who's this?"

Philip asked.

"Philip, do you still remember me?"

There was an evil laugh from the other end of the phone. It sounded very familiar.

"Juan?" Philip frowned.

"Yeah, long time no see. I'm back!"

The man on the other end of the call continued to say, "I'm in the hospital now. Mila is sleeping next to me. She's such a good girl. Do you want to come and take a look?"