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.

pros, they

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

son of a bitch

Peter, took deep breaths and made more efforts to chase him,

around and threw a kick

return, the two front-runners showed their knives and tried

they were a tad bit too slow! Peter had already kicked them and moved on.

screamed loud in pain, dropping their knives and further, knocking down others with their fall.

the knives ended up being their own enemies.

of the guys right behind the front

screamed at the top of their lungs and soon passed

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

after that, Peter kicked them more.

later, the two knives flew like two arrows towards the

close to the men running behind him when he threw the

or measure to defend

pierced through their chests and they fell,

were bleeding heavily as they hit the ground. Drenched in blood

knives, not swords! The two men clearly couldn't stand the

you buy them? Can you get some for me too?"

bunch of men witnessed this and

while Peter did not even have a scratch on

son of a

Come here and fight with us if you can, bloody

now and ran

him with their

have balls!" Peter continued, "You are the ones running behind

then looked at

"Shit, shit, shit!"

of a

"Shame on you!"

Kill that bastard right

all their knives in