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 face was getting redder and redder, and his eyes

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

The manager stomped out and sneaked out using the

an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation,

Alfred dared not come down, Peter decided to go

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

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

stairs on the second floor there stood more than

guys

He had this all planned, sorted, and calculated. And it was

are you? Tell me

his breath, a young man

few hours

his stick and smashed it down to the

"Bring it on!"

only had the time to say three words because

immense strength. They all

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

young men fell to the ground, unable

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

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

a chair that looked like a throne

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

and he was furious.

people up, While Alfred was enjoying all along. If this was

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

as he looked at Peter with a gentle smile.

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