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.

like jelly, his face was getting redder and redder, and

teeth. "These shrimps have been taken cared

him yourself." The manager stomped out

Alfred was such an arrogant bastard.

down, Peter decided to go up

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

had become a mess of murmurs — unconscious bodies, and broken furniture. It was a horrible sight to see.

second floor there stood more than twenty strong, young men waiting

guys on the first floor, and each

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

you? Tell me

his breath, a

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

He raised his stick and smashed it down to the ground, creating a loud

"Bring it on!"

three words because his head had already been smashed by Peter's stick.

to care about Peter's immense strength. They all waved their machetes, whined

infuriated by all of these stubborn people who only had anger and

men fell to the ground,

I can get to the third floor, "

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

the middle of the hall, Alfred sat on a chair that looked like a throne as if he had been expecting Peter.

her, and on both sides of his legs were two equally sexy creatures rubbing his legs for him, seemingly enjoying themselves

watched the scene, and he was furious.

Alfred was enjoying all along.

floors. But now that you're here, you

Alfred as he looked at Peter with a

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