My beautiful boss

Peter Wang felt sad and dejected as he walked out of the Human Resources office.

He found it so difficult to accept the result. From where he came, he was feared by all the gangs.

They even called him "Mighty Soldier King". Here in the city, he couldn't even find a decent job because he lacked a college degree. Suddenly, his phone rang. Peter noticed and picked it up immediately

. "Peter," said the voice from the other line. It was his girlfriend.?

"It's over. I'm breaking up with you."

"You've been gone for so long. I need a boyfriend, not a phone pal."

"Darling, please—" Peter tried to get her back.

"I know I've been gone, but I'm back now. I'll always be with you now."

"Oh yeah? Well, what can you give me?"

"A dishwasher working abroad earns much more money than you."

"What exactly can you give me, huh?" she challenged,

"Do you even have savings after working all these years? Have you found a single stable job since you got back? Will you be able to give me the things I want?"

promise! I'll buy you the biggest house you will ever want! Darling, I'm

the city, but it will be better soon, I promise. Things will get better, and when

how would you do

to buy me a BMW car? Will you ever get to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits? Ha! You can't

said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from the static of his

Help! Somebody, help! Thief, thief! That thief stole

running as fast as her high-heeled shoes would take

"Go away! Right now!"

did, he crunched his brow, turned the handles and accelerated. In shock, every person on the sidewalk squeezed themselves up to the wall as the

sight infuriated Peter. As the motorcycle approached, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, pulled his left leg back, and with all his might, flung it into the raging vehicle in a strong forceful kick as soon as it passed in front

him to the further end of the road and forced him to drop the stolen bag to the ground. "Ahhhhh!" The pedestrians held their hands to their mouths as they screamed. Peter, indifferent to the commotion,

"Here's your bag, ma'am."

he was talking to her. She was still

looked like a corporate professional. He imagined her in her air-conditioned office and exquisite jewelry.

What's your name? I… just want to thank you for

is at his mid-20's, standing 180 cm tall. His face has well-defined angles on his forehead, cheeks,

at all. You don't need to take me out for lunch. Thanks for the offer,

recent breakup. Less than an hour ago, the love of

to behold. She had light skin and brown hair that emphasized her bright almond eyes. She

he just