My beautiful boss

Chapter 3 The Girl With An Angelic Body, But An Evil Heart

"What the fuck!" Peter rarely cussed, but at this moment, he couldn't help himself.

"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, lady. If you're gonna cry, take it somewhere else. People here are gonna think I did something to you!" He could already feel the suspicious glances of the people around them.

A girl this beautiful would easily be targeted by douchebags who wanted to score, as soon as she entered the bar. Peter groaned.

"Shut up! I'm going to cry as much as I want, you stinky men. You're all BASTARDS! Good-for-nothing assholes!" Hysterically, the girl stood, grabbed Peter's shoulders and started trying to tear at his clothes, beating his chest, shouting and crying.

Peter felt even more embarrassed with the scene the girl was causing. And yet, he couldn't simply shove her away as that would even make him look worse! He felt so helpless to do anything. If only there was an easy, decent way to just knock her unconscious.

"Hey, STOP! You're right. All men are bad. We're all JERKS. Now, can you stop crying? Calm down. Sit, let's drink and talk about it. Maybe I can help you, " Peter managed to say despite the annoyance he felt. 'This girl is nut. What did I ever do to her?' he thought.

"NO!" she said in defiance.

"You're just like all of them! You're all assholes!" She screamed as she started to pull at his clothes more intensely; she almost tore off his jacket. Peter was at a loss on what to do.

In his attempt to scout for someone who could help, He caught sight of a bare-armed burly man covered in tattoos, followed by a band of equally-fearsome hooligans with dyed hair. It was clear that they were gangsters.

fear. Clearly, they had established

asshole. Get your hands off my sister! You dare touch her, huh? You DARE TOUCH HER, you son of a bitch? You're asking for DEATH!" The

blind?!' Peter

the fuck is this ugly pighead? It's impossible for you and this beautiful girl to be related!' Before Peter could say a word, the girl suddenly made

ugly as you! Do you think you can just take advantage of me like that? Eat blood, motherfucker!" She said as the bottle hit the

off! You'll both be wishing you were dead

going to DIE." In a drunken rage, the girl held the bottle in her hand tighter, ready to fight. Peter

bottle in his left hand against the bare-armed man's head. The bottle broke, and the man's skull along with it. PLA! The bottle in

his leg and delivered kicks in succession, as more men approached. CRACK, POW, PLA! One by

crowd started to gather around the scene, while some people decided to quietly leave the bar in fear of getting involved and putting themselves in danger. For a while,

them to death! Give these bastards what they deserve!" The girl didn't seem at all distressed about the situation. She even

you crazy?? We have to run!" Peter cried as he pulled her in, hurriedly making their

caught! Although Peter didn't care much about being involved

enough yet! Let me go!" The girl stubbornly struggled to

her mouth and fled, taking

is giving me a headache.' Peter kept running until he found a corner that was not visible from the bar. His frustration crept up