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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.

afar. His legs were like jelly, his face was getting redder and

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

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

Alfred was such an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation, he went straight to the third floor.

Peter decided to

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

mess of murmurs — unconscious

but at the stairs on the second floor there stood more than twenty strong, young

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

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

you? Tell

his breath, a young

been fighting for a few hours on the first floor, and

and smashed it down to the ground,

"Bring it on!"

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

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

and greed in their hearts, even though they knew that they

the young men fell to the ground, unable to

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

he saw was a spacious hall, which

middle of the hall, Alfred sat on a chair that looked like a throne as if he had been

on both sides of his legs were two equally sexy

and he was furious.

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

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

Alfred as he looked at Peter with a gentle

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

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