My beautiful boss

When Peter observed and realized what all those men were doing, he understood that he was the target and not Brandon.

"Who's your boss?" Peter asked them, trying to remain adamant and strong.

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" said a young man. He smirked at Peter grimly and told others, "Kill him, as soon as possible!"

This young man had no intentions of reconciling with Peter at any cost. So, he didn't even let him speak.

As he'd instructed, all the fourteen men, with knives in their hands, ran towards Peter.

The fourteen knives shined in the broad daylight. It looked like they were going to chop Peter into small pieces and kill him.

Soon, Brandon stepped out of the car and what he saw left him speechless. He knew he had to help Peter even though he would die.

"As your brother, I should share your ups and downs. Bro, don't worry. Here I am." Brandon shouted, as he stepped out of the Hummer and ran towards Peter, trying to save him.

Peter was taken aback. "Brandon, what on earth do you think you are doing? Run away from me!"

Peter screamed and ran away quickly. But at that exact moment Peter was deeply touched by Brandon's gesture!

As the famous saying goes, "a friend in need is a friend indeed." Peter finally realized that Brandon truly was his friend. He hadn't considered him a friend before today.

Brandon was stumped. 'What the fuck? Are you freaking kidding me?'

As Brandon saw Peter ran away like a professional athlete, he came back to his senses and thought of going back to the car, especially after seeing those shiny knives.

"Catch them and kill them both!" The young man shouted again, instructing all the others in his gang. Now, they were chasing both of them.

Peter's plan was not to run away from the fight but to reach a certain distance and then face them one by one. Then he could fight and defeat them. He couldn't fight all the fourteen men together, of course.

After all, he couldn't beat all of them up at the same time even though he was a good fighter.

Even if he tried, he'd just end up getting killed. As a result, he thought that the only way out was to run to a distance far away and then fight them one-on-one.

But probably he was underestimating them. They were well trained and highly skilled at their job.

Peter ran as fast as a bullet train.

though they were all pros, they all failed

He is a fucking coward! He doesn't have the courage to fight us. Why do people keep telling the anecdote that he beat down all the killers

of a bitch

to chase him, only to kill him once he

surprise, Peter suddenly stopped, turned around and threw a kick at

their knives and tried to

Peter had

pain, dropping their knives and further, knocking down others

more, the knives ended up being their own enemies.

of the guys right behind the front runners,

the top of their lungs and soon

Peter and grinned. He stopped and picked up the two knives with his foot!

Peter kicked

knives flew like two arrows towards the other men

was very close to the men running behind him when

measure to defend themselves

their chests and

Drenched in blood and shouting out in pain, they eventually

two men clearly couldn't stand the

did you buy them? Can you get some for me

this and were filled

of them had been severly injured while Peter did not

son of

Come here and fight with us if you can, bloody

were furious by now and ran

him with their

"You are the ones running behind me

looked at Brandon and said,

"Shit, shit, shit!"

of a

"Shame on you!"

that bastard

ten guys immediately threw all their knives in the direction of Peter without any