Chapter 527
The First Heir
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 Leopardâs elbow!
Clank!
The bayonet in Leopardâs 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 opponentâs 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 tigerâs might as they aimed for Rickâs
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 guyâs mouth, and a black footprint could be seen on his shirt where
his chest was!
Kennethâs 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.
âBrother Clarke, should we go after him?â Four Dixon asked.
Philip shook his head and said with a faint smile, âNo need.â
Rick looked at Philip and shrugged while saying, âYoung Master, you have too many enemies.â
Philip rolled his eyes and said, âIâm not the one looking for trouble.â
Next, a group of people surrounded Kenneth who was still lying on the ground.
The guy yelled hoarsely, âNo! You canât touch me! My father is Julius Hane from the Hane family of
Capital Cityâ¦â
âThe f*ck with the Hane family!â Four had a nasty temper and kicked him twice.
Kenneth felt so miserable. He finally caught hold of Philipâs trousers and begged for mercy with tears in
his eyes. âBrother Clarke, I was wrong. Please forgive me! I was blind. Iâm begging Brother Clarke to let
go of meâ¦â
âWell then, Young Master Hane, how much do you think your remaining arm and life are worth?â
Philip squatted and said with an amused look.
Kenneth got a fright from Philipâs words. âYou⦠What do you mean? What how much?â
âYoung Master Hane, youâre at fault here. Since youâve spent money on my limbs, you should know
what I mean.â Philip grinned broadly and continued. âSimply put it, youâre now in my hands. If you want
to walk out of here alive, then you have to spend money to buy your life!â
Hearing those words, Kenneth slumped limply on the ground. The pain in his knees spread throughout
his entire body instantly!
âThis 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!â
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.
âOh, Young Master Hane, things have already progressed this far and you still want to threaten me?â
Philip stretched out his hand and patted Kenneth several times on the face.
âLetâs do it this way. Iâve something else to do later, so Iâll just make a direct offer. If you think itâs
suitable, just nod your head. If not, then Iâm afraid youâll remain lying here tonight.â Philip rolled his eyes
and smiled.
âYou⦠You canât do this. I really donât understand what youâre talking about. I donât have any money!â
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?
âOkay then, since you want details, Iâll make it clear for you. How much do you think your remaining
arm is worth? Iâll give you a quote for this. Young Master Hane can surely afford the money, right?â
Philip said thoughtfully.
âYou! Youâre breaking the law! I want to call the police! Youâll go to jail for this! I⦠I donât have money!â
Kenneth was almost crying from fright.
Philipâs expression was full of sarcasm. âThat canât be right, Young Master Hane. Youâre mentioning this
to me now, but what were you doing earlier? I donât understand. Didnât you say your company has a
turnover of tens of millions? I havenât even offered a price yet, and youâre already saying you donât
have money? Thatâs not right of you. I donât like a businessman like you!
âYou have to think carefully about this matter. Itâs really worthwhile to spend money on your remaining
limbs and life.â
With that said, Philip took the iron rod from Four and tapped it rhythmically on his right palm. Every
single beat that fell into Kennethâs ears was torture from the depths of his soul!
At this moment, Kenneth finally understood how ruthless this man in front of him was!
âHow much do you want?â
Kenneth was frightened by Philip and finally relented.
Philip smiled, revealing the expression of a slick businessman. He poked Kennethâs other arm with the
iron rod and said, âI like fair and equitable transactions. So, this arm is three million, how about it? Nod
if you think itâs suitable. Weâll discuss further if itâs not.â
âHow much? Three million? You must be out of your mind!â
Kennethâs eyes widened, and he almost roared. However, when he saw the iron rod in Philipâs 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!
âWhatâs 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 itâs broken, how much is it
going to hurt?â
Looking at Philipâs innocent smile, Kenneth trembled all over. He was really afraid that the other party
would break his arm if things did not go well.
âWeâll discuss it, then. Iâll count to ten. If you agree to three million, nod your head. If not, then I canât
help it.â Philip shrugged.
Was this a discussion? Kenneth was so anxious that he almost cried.