The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 527

Suddenly, a figure stepped in front of Philip!

Rick Davenport had appeared!

With a flash of movement, he took one step back, launched a flying kick with his right leg, and directly hit Leopard's elbow!

Clank!

The bayonet in Leopard's hand flew out in an instant and fell heavily on the ground with a loud clang!

Leopard was shocked. He never expected this ordinary-looking boy to have such a capable bodyguard with him!

The opponent's strength was powerful!

Rick just stared at Leopard coldly, eyes filled with indolence as if he did not take the other person seriously.

With a twitch of his eyes, Leopard reacted quickly. He clenched his fists, gathered strength in his legs, and darted out. The pair of iron fists carried the power akin to a tiger's might as they aimed for Rick's head!

Rick raised his leg and kicked sideways with great force!

Bam!

Instantly, a figure flew like a kite that had its strings cut and crashed heavily into a night market stall at the side of the street!

Rick still looked calm as he stood there. He watched as Leopard, who was now drenched in oily grease, scrambled up from the ruined stall.

Blood spilled from the corner of the guy's mouth, and a black footprint could be seen on his shirt where his chest was!

Kenneth's face was white as a sheet as this moment, his previous arrogance and self-confidence long gone.

When he saw the man he recruited, Leopard, sent flying with a kick by the man who had suddenly appeared, he knew he was done for. Leopard also knew that he was out of luck tonight. The opponent was simply too strong. In just two or three moves, he had been defeated!

From the looks of it, the opponent did not even use his full strength!

He did not say anything but just spat a mouthful of bloody spit. He glanced at Kenneth who was sprawled in a messy heap on the ground, turned around, and left while clutching at his chest. "Brother Clarke, should we go after him?" Four Dixon asked.

Philip shook his head and said with a faint smile, "No need."

Rick looked at Philip and shrugged while saying, "Young Master, you have too many enemies."

Philip rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not the one looking for trouble."

Next, a group of people surrounded Kenneth who was still lying on the ground.

The guy yelled hoarsely, "No! You can't touch me! My father is Julius Hane from the Hane family of Capital City..."

"The f*ck with the Hane family!" Four had a nasty temper and kicked him twice.

Kenneth felt so miserable. He finally caught hold of Philip's trousers and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes. "Brother Clarke, I was wrong. Please forgive me! I was blind. I'm begging Brother Clarke to let go of me..."

"Well then, Young Master Hane, how much do you think your remaining arm and life are worth?"

Philip squatted and said with an amused look.

Kenneth got a fright from Philip's words. "You... What do you mean? What how much?"

"Young Master Hane, you're at fault here. Since you've spent money on my limbs, you should know what I mean." Philip grinned broadly and continued. "Simply put it, you're now in my hands. If you want to walk out of here alive, then you have to spend money to buy your life!"

Hearing those words, Kenneth slumped limply on the ground. The pain in his knees spread throughout his entire body instantly!

"This is North Street in Riverdale! The Hane family has people here! If you dare to touch me, none of you can hope to leave this place alive!"

Kenneth gritted his teeth and threatened. He was now very remorseful. Why had he only brought Leopard with him? If he had informed his family members here, the outcome would be different now. "Oh, Young Master Hane, things have already progressed this far and you still want to threaten me?"

Philip stretched out his hand and patted Kenneth several times on the face.

"Let's do it this way. I've something else to do later, so I'll just make a direct offer. If you think it's suitable, just nod your head. If not, then I'm afraid you'll remain lying here tonight." Philip rolled his eyes and smiled.

"You... You can't do this. I really don't understand what you're talking about. I don't have any money!"

Kenneth was so scared that his voice trembled. What did he mean by nodding his head if it was suitable and lying here if it was not? Was that not forcing him to nod his head?

"Okay then, since you want details, I'll make it clear for you. How much do you think your remaining arm is worth? I'll give you a quote for this. Young Master Hane can surely afford the money, right?" Philip said thoughtfully.

"You! You're breaking the law! I want to call the police! You'll go to jail for this! I... I don't have money!" Kenneth was almost crying from fright.

Philip's expression was full of sarcasm. "That can't be right, Young Master Hane. You're mentioning this to me now, but what were you doing earlier? I don't understand. Didn't you say your company has a turnover of tens of millions? I haven't even offered a price yet, and you're already saying you don't have money? That's not right of you. I don't like a businessman like you!

"You have to think carefully about this matter. It's really worthwhile to spend money on your remaining limbs and life."

With that said, Philip took the iron rod from Four and tapped it rhythmically on his right palm. Every single beat that fell into Kenneth's ears was torture from the depths of his soul!

At this moment, Kenneth finally understood how ruthless this man in front of him was!

"How much do you want?"

Kenneth was frightened by Philip and finally relented.

Philip smiled, revealing the expression of a slick businessman. He poked Kenneth's other arm with the iron rod and said, "I like fair and equitable transactions. So, this arm is three million, how about it? Nod if you think it's suitable. We'll discuss further if it's not."

"How much? Three million? You must be out of your mind!"

Kenneth's eyes widened, and he almost roared. However, when he saw the iron rod in Philip's hand, he lowered his brows meekly.

Although his company had a turnover of tens of millions, the monthly net profit was only about ten to 20 million. As the boss of the company, he had the money, but he would not waste three million to buy an arm!

"What's wrong? Not suitable? Young Master Hane is a businessman, you must have this amount of money, right? You know, this is your own arm, made of flesh and blood. If it's broken, how much is it going to hurt?"

Looking at Philip's innocent smile, Kenneth trembled all over. He was really afraid that the other party would break his arm if things did not go well.

"We'll discuss it, then. I'll count to ten. If you agree to three million, nod your head. If not, then I can't help it." Philip shrugged.

Was this a discussion? Kenneth was so anxious that he almost cried.