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.

all pros, they all failed

have the courage to fight us. Why do people

bitch is way too

made more efforts to chase him, only to kill him once he was

Peter suddenly stopped, turned around and threw

return, the two front-runners showed their knives

tad bit too slow! Peter had already kicked them

knives and further,

the knives ended up being their

of the guys right behind the front runners, pierced through

result, they both screamed at the top

said Peter and grinned. He stopped and picked up the two knives

that, Peter

like two arrows towards the other men running.

very close to the men running behind him when he

had no time or measure to defend

knives pierced through their chests and they fell,

Drenched in blood and shouting out in pain,

knives, not swords! The two

knives! Where did you buy them? Can you get

remaining bunch of men witnessed this and were filled with

while Peter did

of a

balls! Come here and fight with us if you

were furious by now and ran towards Peter

him with their

Peter continued, "You are the ones running behind me with knives! Ten for one

He then looked at Brandon and said, "Brandon, run! Just

"Shit, shit, shit!"

of a

"Shame on you!"

Kill that bastard right

all their knives in the direction of