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.

jelly, his face was getting redder and redder, and his eyes were full of

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

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

was such an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation, he

come down, Peter decided to go

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

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

got to the second floor, but at the stairs on the second floor

men here seemed more than those guys on the first

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

Tell

Peter cursed under his breath, a young man asked aloud.

hours on the first

it down to the ground, creating a loud sound

"Bring it on!"

man only had the time to say three words because his head had already been smashed by

about Peter's immense strength. They all waved their machetes, whined loudly, and

all of these stubborn people who only had anger and greed in their hearts,

young men fell to

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

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

chair that looked like a throne as if he

sides of his legs were two equally

and he was furious.

Alfred was enjoying

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

Alfred as he looked at Peter with

better than others, and clearly, he was dying to kill Peter, even though he had a smiling face.