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.

legs were like jelly, his face was getting redder

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

floor and look for him yourself." The manager stomped out and sneaked out using the back

Alfred was such an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation, he went straight

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

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

floor had become a mess of murmurs — unconscious bodies, and broken furniture.

but at the stairs on the second

the amount of men here seemed more than those guys on the first floor, and each of them had a sharp machete in

that Alfred was not a fool. He had this all planned, sorted, and calculated. And it was smart of him to do so.

you? Tell me

breath, a young

hours on the first floor, and they still didn't know who

at all. He raised his stick and smashed it down to the ground,

"Bring it on!"

words because

strength. They all waved their machetes, whined

only had anger and greed in their hearts, even though they knew

all of the young men fell to the ground, unable

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

thing he saw was a spacious hall, which was so much brighter than the

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

on both sides, were two attractive, young women massaging his shoulders for her, and on both sides of his legs were two equally sexy creatures rubbing his legs for him, seemingly enjoying

scene, and he was furious.

was enjoying all along.

climb all three floors. But now that you're

looked at Peter with a gentle smile.

he