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 his eyes were

"These shrimps have been taken cared of. Now, can you call

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

Peter was a little upset. Alfred was such an arrogant

down, Peter decided to go up

to the third floor, but it wasn't easy. Everywhere he passed, it seemed like trouble was waiting for

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

on the second floor there stood more than twenty strong, young men

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

planned, sorted, and calculated. And it was smart of him to do

are you? Tell me your

his breath, a young man asked aloud.

a few hours on the first floor, and they still

stick and smashed it

"Bring it on!"

only had the time to say three words because his head had already been smashed by Peter's stick.

men pretended not to care about Peter's immense strength. They all waved their machetes, whined

of these stubborn people who only had anger and

later, all of the young men fell to the ground, unable to

destroyed... Finally, I can get to the third floor, " Peter continued to move up

to the third floor, the first thing he saw was a spacious hall, which was

chair that looked like a throne as if

were two attractive, young women massaging his shoulders for her, and on both sides of

scene, and

a fatal fight downstairs, beating people up, While Alfred was enjoying all

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

he looked at Peter with a gentle

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