My beautiful boss

"Kill'em!"

"Kill'em!"

"Kill'em!"

The delinquent teenagers shouted as they rushed at Peter.

They were really looking for a fight.

"Brandon, hide in the car and call the police!"

Peter shouted as he braced himself for the incoming attack.

Confounded, Brandon gestured the girls in the Hummer to call the police as he rushed over to Peter, gritting his teeth.

"Bro, how do you expect me to get inside the car and leave you to fight them alone? You saved me once, the least I can do is to fight to the death by your side!"

Brandon grinned, kicked over one of the rowdy teenagers, grabbed a machete and charged through the crowd.

Caught off guard, two of the hooligans were caught straight away as six of them hurled knives and sticks at him.

Fortunately, the road wasn't wide enough for them to rush at him all at once. It was lucky that the road was narrow.

Otherwise, Brandon would have been hacked to death, unable to defend himself against so many people.

Six young men stood in front of him while the rest of them stood behind.

Brandon faced as the first six attacked. Swinging his machete, he deflected a knife and kicked one of them with his right leg.

Blood oozed as Brandon's response injured both himself and his attacker.

Despite his quick reaction, a machete managed to hit his left arm and leave it injured.

Two sticks hit him squarely and threw him to the ground.

The guy he managed to kick over was quickly replaced by another one and all six of them struck him, landing six blows all at the same time.

Things happened so fast.

"If I'm going to die, I'm taking one of you with me! I've done all that I can, Peter. This is it for me. I'll see

no way he could survive this fight. Still, he

courage, Peter was determined not to go down without

jumped as high as he could and kicked with

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

boys squarely on the chest, breaking their sternums. Blood poured out of their mouths as they screamed

brother up with one hand, grabbed a stick

despite their intimidating front, the hooligans were all just scared teenagers who didn't want to get hurt. Otherwise, he would be holding a knife, not a

hooligans fell down, screaming and

Peter's rescue. He truly

die? Do you want me to kick your ass myself?" Peter said, rolling

manage to respond.

is unbelievable. How could he have knocked down nearly twenty men in just a

six men fell as Peter's stick

Peter as he also received some

was the mighty soldier king, he wasn't indestructible. Fighting with so

rushed in from behind them. With less than twenty meters between them,

things could not go on like this. He kicked the two men in front of them out of the way, pulled Brandon up and started running

shouted as they rushed madly

was too fast for them. As soon as he reached the car, he threw himself and Brandon in

the police! Quick, call the police!" he shouted as he

of being run over by the massive vehicle.

a bunch of bullies and they

hit by the Hummer regardless, leaving them to fall to the ground in

speed of the car wouldn't kill them as he had no intention to do that. Otherwise, more than

was almost chopped to death. Why is the useless police force not

a number and started screaming as soon as someone picked

The road is blocked and the police can't get through? Are you fucking brainless? Why didn't

clearly pissed

while thinking to himself, 'Isn't Brandon being too arrogant with his

was wordless as his

of killings must have been planned a long time ago, and are very

stopping them in their tracks. No matter how Peter tried to maneuver,

the automobiles stood about thirty or forty hooligans, clearly ready for a great, big fight.

How could he have gathered these many people to fight for him?

car. Don't go down, I'm serious. It's