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.

of you with me! I've

that there was no way he could survive this fight. Still,

by Brandon's courage, Peter was determined

Brandon, Peter jumped as high as he could and kicked with all his

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Peter hit the six boys squarely on the chest, breaking their sternums.

his brother up with one hand, grabbed a stick with the other, and swung

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 stick.

as six hooligans fell down, screaming and knocking back

not dead?" Brandon asked in disbelief after Peter's rescue. He truly expected that he'd

wanna die? Do you want me to kick your ass myself?" Peter said, rolling his eyes. With his stick, he knocked down

manage to

he have knocked down nearly twenty men in just a

men fell as Peter's stick cracked

out of Peter as he also received some

he was the mighty soldier king, he wasn't indestructible. Fighting with so many people while protecting

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

go on like this. He kicked the two men in front of them out of the way, pulled

shouted as they rushed

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

Quick, call the police!" he shouted as he quickly started the car and drove

fled for fear of being run over by the massive

bullies and they didn't want to die.

weren't so lucky and were hit by the Hummer regardless, leaving them to fall to

he had no

Chu. I was almost chopped to death. Why is the useless police

and started screaming as soon as someone picked

you fucking brainless? Why didn't you just ask them to get out of the car and run? Are you

clearly

'Isn't Brandon being too arrogant with his

wordless as his face grew grave.

ago,

before him, stopping them in their tracks. No matter how Peter tried to maneuver, he couldn't manage

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

Peter admired Alfred. How could he have gathered these many people to fight

I'm