My beautiful boss

In seven or eight seconds, about six or seven young people were knocked down, shocking everyone in the room.

They were totally stunned. It seemed that they did not expect Peter to be so fierce.

But after a short period of stupor, instead of fear, anger arose.

Alfred was looking at all thirty of his hired thugs. If they could not beat Peter up, how could they follow Alfred's instructions? How could they ask him for money?

"Brothers, get up and beat the shit out of him! The one who would succeed will be rewarded with a million bucks in cash!"

The young men all howled and screamed like wolves excited to get down on their prey, and once again, their eyes turned red, blood rushing to their faces.

"Come on, squirts, let me see what you guys have!" Peter shouted at these young people with scorn, and all of them rushed toward him even more crazily.

In an instant, he darted toward one of the young men, gritted his teeth, screamed, and smashed the stick in the young man's hand.

The young man looked at the broken stick in front of him, and his head overflowed with cold sweat. He was about to dodge the hit, but Peter's speed was too fast that he had no chance at all.

With a loud bang, the young man's head was directly hit, and a shower of blood splashed out of his forehead. Then, he fell down to the ground with a soft plop.

"Weren't you just so confident? That's all it takes?" Peter sneered and stretched out his leg.

The young man was kicked away like a sandbag and fell to the front desk, crushing it in half.

Peter no longer paid attention to the young man, but he waved the stick and rushed to the other people, instead.

Bam! One of young men was kicked.

Boom! Another young man was knocked down.

In a few seconds, the young men scrambled toward Peter like packs of wolves, but they all ended up falling to the ground like dead flies.

So far, nearly thirty thugs had been beaten to the ground.

at the scene from afar. His legs were like jelly, his face

shrimps have been taken cared

the third floor and look for him yourself." The manager stomped out and sneaked out using the back door, disappearing without a trace.

a little upset. Alfred was such an arrogant

dared not come down, Peter decided to go

the third floor, but it wasn't easy. Everywhere he passed,

hall on the first floor had become a mess of murmurs — unconscious bodies, and broken furniture. It was a

at the stairs on the second floor there stood more than twenty strong, young men waiting for him.

actually. Obviously, the amount of men here seemed more than those guys on the

that Alfred was not a fool. He had this all planned, sorted, and calculated. And

Tell me

cursed under his breath, a young man asked aloud.

hours

mean to answer it at all. He raised his stick and smashed it down to the ground, creating a loud sound that echoed

"Bring it on!"

to say three words because his

strength. They all waved their

all of these stubborn people who only had anger and greed in their hearts, even though they knew that they

of the young men fell

floor's destroyed... Finally, I can get to

thing he saw was a spacious

chair that looked like a throne as if

both sides of his legs were two equally sexy creatures rubbing his legs for

scene, and

a fatal fight downstairs, beating people up, While Alfred was enjoying all along. If this

to climb all three floors. But now that you're here, you

as he looked at Peter with a

was better than others, and clearly, he was dying to kill Peter, even