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Chapter 33 See Alfred Again

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

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

dare, go to the third floor and look for him yourself." The manager stomped out and sneaked out using the back

little upset. Alfred was such an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation,

Peter decided to go up and confront him,

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

mess of murmurs — unconscious bodies, and broken furniture. It was

second floor there stood more

those guys on

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

Tell me your

breath, a

for a few hours on

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

"Bring it on!"

had the time to say three words because

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

people who only had anger and greed in

men fell

destroyed... Finally, I can get to the

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

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

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

the scene, and

downstairs, beating people up, While Alfred was enjoying all

all three floors. But now

he looked at Peter with a gentle

better than others, and clearly, he was

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