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.

His legs were like jelly, his face was

his brilliant white teeth. "These shrimps have been taken cared of. Now, can you call

The manager stomped out and sneaked out using the back door, disappearing without a trace.

Peter was a little upset. Alfred was such an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation, he went straight to the

not come down, Peter decided to go up and confront him, instead.

it wasn't easy. Everywhere he passed, it seemed like trouble was waiting for him.

the first floor had become a mess of murmurs —

second floor there stood more than twenty strong,

guys on the first floor, and each of them had a sharp machete in

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

you? Tell

his breath, a

laughed. Was he stupid? Peter had been fighting for a few hours on the first floor, and

didn't mean to answer it at all. He raised his stick and smashed it down to the ground, creating a loud sound that

"Bring it on!"

young man only had the time to say three words because his head had

to care about Peter's immense strength. They all waved

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

fell to the ground, unable

first floor's done, the second floor's destroyed... Finally, I can get to

was a spacious hall, which was so much brighter than the one on the first

middle of the hall, Alfred sat on a chair that looked like a

women massaging his shoulders for her, and on both sides of his legs

and

up, While Alfred was enjoying all along. If this was acceptable, then

all three floors. But now that

at Peter with a gentle

loved pretending that he was better than others, and clearly, he was dying to