Chaspter 1221


    “Torres Hane! Stop following me!”


    Lydia was very angry as she red at Torres who was following behind her.


    “Lydia, I know that I was wrong, so please forgive me. I’ll apologize, okay?” Torres said.


    He nced at Philip who was being pulled by Lydia. First, he separated them in disgust. Then, he said


    indifferently with a dark face, “Hey, I’m sorry.”


    Philip smiled. He did not wish to cause trouble. He could see that these people were the second-


    generation members of those rich and respectable families, so he said calmly, “It’s okay. Can I go


    now?”


    “You can go now.”


    Torres said coldly and then turned to look at Lydia as if to please her. He said with a grin, “Lydia, it’s


    fine now, right?”


    Lydia red at him and said nothing.


    Philip turned around and left, but Torres’ disdainful voice came from behind. “Such bad luck!”


    This made Philip frown. He had not even done anything but was scolded several times for nothing.


    He stopped and looked up at the sky, his thoughts were unknown.


    Suddenly, he turned around and walked toward the group of peopleughing over there.


    Torres was chatting with the others at this time. When he saw Philip walking toward him, he was taken


    aback for a moment and then sneered, “Oh, you dare toe back? What, have you taken a fancy to


    Lydia? Have you taken a look at yourself…”


    Before he finished speaking, Torres saw a fist as big as a sandbag flying toward his cheek!


    Philip did not know why he was doing this. He just felt very upset and wanted to punch someone.


    Bam!


    With the collision between Philip’s fist and his cheek, Torres tilted his head and staggered before falling


    to the ground.


    Wow!


    The several rich second-generations were all stunned as they watched this scene happen before their


    eyes.


    Lydia’s beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. Covering her little mouth, she watched this scene in


    disbelief.


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    “F*ck!”


    Torres roared, got up from the ground, and pointed at Philip while shouting, “Do you want to die?!”


    Seeing Torres rushing up with an angry face, Philip suddenly lifted his leg and feinted a kick. Torres


    quickly took a step back in fear.


    Philip put his hands in his trouser pockets in a swaggering manner and said indifferently, “Do you know


    what type of people I hate the most?”


    The group of people was shocked by Philip’s domineering disy. Their expressions appeared very


    puzzled as they stared in a daze.


    Was this shabby-looking guy a practitioner too?


    Torres was also bbergasted. He had never met anyone who dared to beat him, so he had no idea


    what to do for a while.


    “What the hell are you trying to say?”


    Torres’ face was cold as he clenched his fists. If this guy could not say anything, he would definitely


    maim him!


    Philip shook his head, nced at the crowd, and found that these rich second-generations were really


    cowardly. He said leisurely, “What I hate the most are rich second-generation bullies like you.”


    Huh?


    The crowd was astounded.


    Philip continued, “Because no one is richer than me and no one is more suitable for the term ‘rich


    second-generation’ than me.


    Do you, you, and all of you think that because you have tens of millions of assets in your families,


    because you can drive BMWs and Benzes around every day, and you can follow your parents in and


    out of big parties and banquets, that makes you so great? In front of me, you’re no more than little


    kids!”


    The few rich second-generations were dumbfounded. In their minds, the things he mentioned were


    indeed amazing.


    After a long pause, one of the boys reacted.


    This pauper actually looked down on them and said that he was the most worthy of the ‘rich second-


    generation’bel. Just at the sight of what he was wearing, could he be a rich second-generation?


    Torres was not a fool either. At this time, he rushed up with an angry look and grabbed Philip by the


    cor. He cursed, “What are you talking about? Are you a rich second-generation?”


    Philip smiled faintly. “As true as it can be.”


    A round of sneers.


    “Holy sh*t, is this old man right in the head? He actually says that he’s a rich second-generation.”


    “He must be a nutcase. Torres was beaten for nothing.”


    “This must be the funniest joke I’ve ever heard this year. Is he trying to brag in front of Lydia?”


    Philip knew they did not believe him and said calmly, “It’s up to you to believe it or not, but I want to tell


    you, don’t provoke me. Otherwise, your parents will kneel in front of me and beg me to forgive you.”


    Torres could not tolerate it anymore. This guy was too much. As soon as he wanted to punch him,


    Lydia stood in front of him and looked at him coldly. She said, “How dare you!”


    Torres flew into a rage. He pointed at Philip and said with a scowl, “Lydia Jensen, are you trying to


    protect him?”


    Torres was really angry. The girl he liked had made him embarrassed.


    Was he inferior to an old man?